Total loss: 87.5 lbs.
Emotion: Holly jolly about my write-up on AOL
Because my dad Horace is diabetic, he doesn’t eat sweets or cake. Instead, he just “samples” them. Nevermind that those “samples” are generally larger than the “suggested serving size” (which are generally designed for mice, I’ve decided).
I was thinking about that because of the time of year, I guess. Over the years, big packages of holiday goodies have been known to show up at our office breakroom. I wouldn’t eat any of those cookies or candies, but I would “sample” them every time I walked by (and I seemed to be walking by more often than usual, come to think of it).
Harsh economic times have affected the holiday food-giving business over the last few years, I’ve noticed. Last year we didn’t get as many trays of treats as the year before, and I expect fewer still this season.
Oh, there’ll be some, to be sure… temptations aplenty, but I’m confident that I’ll be able to tap into that well of strength and determination I’ve been building up enough to say “no thanks” to a crappy grocery store sugar cookie, even if it comes adorned with sprinkles.
I’m at my goal weight now, but you’ll notice a sweet-ass little “-.8” under my weekly weigh-in numbers. Here’s my plan (and I do have a plan, mind you), and I’ve decided to quit this blog as soon as I’ve finished all three.
- Make my assault on Onederland. That idea was simply out of the question when I began this journey, but now it seems inevitable. I’m not going to put a time limit or get crazy about it, but 4 lbs? Yeah, I think I can do that. With my eyes closed (especially around the treat table).
- When I scribbled out my milestones over on the side of my blog, I obviously did it without putting a whole bunch of thought into it. I said that I’d sacrifice my dog when I lost 90 lbs. after all. I never seriously intended to kill my dog Dip (but please don’t tell her that; she’s been on her best behavior of late), but I don’t think I seriously intended to lose 90 lbs either. And 100? I stopped there because it’s a big round number, but part of me thinks that it would be something to lose 100 lbs. That’s rarefied air, I think. I’m going to see how it goes, but it definitely on my radar, even if I only get there for a few minutes.
- I plan on keeping this weight off for the rest of my life. That means being smart about what I do and smart about what I eat. It means not losing focus on the big picture or all the little pictures that make up the big picture. It means learning a whole new set of rules and guidelines that’ll allow me to balance good times and good choices. It’s a skill-set that I’m sure will take a lifetime to master, but luckily that’s exactly how long I’ve got to commit to it.
So… as soon as I wrap up these three goals, I’m blowing this pop-stand.