Weekly weigh-in: ******
Total loss: ****
Body fat percentage: *****
It’s true that I’m still out of town, but if I were a little more committed to my weight-loss blogging craft, I would write and upload this post via my phone after talking the nice lady at the United counter to weigh me along with the luggage. I wouldn’t even be embarrassed with my weight being displayed for all to see (though it might be a trifle embarrassing seing as how I usually weight myself in the buff).
However, I don’t trust my tenuous grip on technology enough to take that walk on the wildside. So… I’m taking the easy route and writing this several days beforehand. I don’t know if I will have fallen completely off the wagon by the time you read these words, but I’m fairly certain that my feet will be dragging off the side.
So… I got nothing to talk about, which is what I’ve been worried about for quite some time. I’ve said just about everything I can think to say about this business, and my weight-loss journey has transitioned into something about as spectacular as waterlogged bottle rockets.
Do I pack up my toys and go home? Well, there’s a problem…
This feels like home.
And I know how I am. As soon as I declare “Mission Accomplished” and shut this b*tch down, that’s when the game of slip-and-slide begins in earnest. As much as I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished with a 90-lb weight loss over the past twelve months, it’s not something I ever–and I mean ever–want to have to do again.
What I think I’ll do instead is give myself a little more leeway and write about other subjects than weight loss and diet/health/wellness from time to time. For instance, I wrote everything I know about women this week and that got me through one more day. Maybe there’re other subjects that require my critical eye…
I may not have a lot left to say, but that’s never stopped me before…