I have a thousand things in my head, but the Ambien window is about to close...
250 pounds - still fat by anyone's standards except sumo wrestlers and offensive linemen for the NFL. And yet, to me, 250 means this: the least I've weighed in three years. In 100 days, I've undone the damage of THREE YEARS of bad thoughts and bad deeds. 250 pounds is not a goal, but it's a milestone. It gives me reason to hope, to believe, that in another 100 days, I could turn back the clock to 2007, when I first went back to work and gave up on taking care of myself.
So, tonight, here in the dark, I take one moment to rejoice in a small victory. Tomorrow, back to the climb...'cause I've gotta.
Breakfast - coffee (ugh - terrible)
Lunch - mozzarella balls
Dinner - Gouda cheese and almonds
Exercise - 90 minutes of dancing to music from a bad 90's wedding (and believe you me, I'm an EXPERT on the genre) with some good friends and a whole mess of schoolchildren. About the best fun I've had in a long time.
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