I'm happy with 2-2.5 lbs/week. I know I can't keep it up in the long
run, but even though I started out of grim self-flaggelation, I've
reached that tipping point where it's like "Hey! If I suck in my
breath, I can see straight down to the floor! Whoa!"
I don't get any high from it, which sucks, as you said, and it's
*killing* *me* in bed: my average sleep time has reached *ten* hours
this week. It's worth it though. Not, in my case, for the chicks,
since, for better or worse, my personality's the thing, but merely
because I want to outlive Moore's law. Death at thirty is a
career-thing, not a mortal failing :-)
Rohit