Monday, July 15, 2013
The scale informs me that my weight is 260.6 pounds. This is a victory, and I am pleased. There was a time when reaching 300 pounds was also a victory. The scale victories are nice, but the non-scale victories are more important. I'm building the life I want to have.
If the scale didn't exist, I would still be happier now than I was before I started. I am knee-deep in life changes right now, and I'm looking forward to when all this is just routine. I confess to choking on the learning curve sometimes. New job and butter-bombs and boxes and workouts and measuring and trying to do things better, there is just so much to take in!
But I would not go back to the way it was before, when every day just blended into the next. I wasn't making any progress. Joy was something far away from me and the people around me. I've got books to read and things to do, bad little dogs to chase, a husband to cherish, a life to claim.
I do believe that when I break 260 totally, I shall go and have a pedicure. I haven't had one in, you guessed it, about 2 years. Red polish, of course! If I reach 258 by the end of this month, I will reward myself with the album The Road from Memphis, by Booker T. Jones. That is a stretch goal, it has to be done by the end of July, otherwise the album will have to wait until 255.
It is not too soon to start thinking about 250. King Arthur Flour offers a handsome crock for sourdough starter, much more elegant than poor departed Hercule's bucket. So when I reach that goal, I shall order it and a container of culture to begin Son of Hercule. And for reaching 245, I will get an ipod, because that is a big milestone: one hundred pounds from my ultimate goal, 75 pounds down from that long cold November night in 2009.
I could be there by the end of hurricane season. If not, then at least by Christmas. Those are reasonable time frames, even generous. There's room for setbacks, there's hope for leaps forward. I can do this! Ticker Fish is going to keep moving to the right.