And hello to another weigh-in day.
Somehow, I managed to lose 4 pounds this week!
That brings my total to 43 pounds lost in 22 weeks.
It’s still quite a bit behind my goal of 2.3 pounds a week, which would put me at 50.6 if I were on target.
I’m trying not to stress about that.
A very smart friend asked me recently why I don’t just take the deadline (Dec. 31) off of this weight loss thing.
He said he thinks it would relieve a lot of the anxiety I’ve had about the weight loss and this blog if I just said I’m going to lose 100 pounds but not kill myself to get it done by a certain date.
I have mixed feelings about that.
On one hand, I don’t get much of anything accomplished when I don’t have a deadline. I worked nine years in a newsroom … need I say more?
Plus, having that deadline gives me – and you – an idea of when this blog will end. For some reason, that gives me comfort, and I’m not sure how many of you would still read this if it just kind of went on forever.
However, on the other hand, it did give me a small sense of relief with even him giving me “permission” to remove the deadline if needed.
But then it created a whole other issue for me, which is why do I need others’ permission to make these kinds of choices in my life? Why do I feel better getting permission about MY LIFE from someone else?
See? I’m half nuts. I’ve made no secret about that all along.
Oy. Have a good week.
You freakin' rock. That's all there is to it.
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