Day 59: Half Way There

I stepped on my nutritionist's scale yesterday with a great deal of trepidation. On my last visit there I'd lost six pounds in two weeks. This time, though, I'd cheated a little some days by eating too much cereal. Cereal, as I think I've pointed out before, is my big weakness. Anyway, I'd weighed in at 242 pounds two week before, and was really hoping to be somewhere -- anywhere, really -- in the 230s. Even 239 would have been fine with me.

So as I stepped up onto the scale I tried to "think thin." When she announced that I was down to 235, I was elated. I'd lost half of what I'd set out to lose two and-a-half months earlier. In 75 days I've gone from 265 pounds to 235 pounds. Not bad, huh? Also, my blood pressure -- which was dangerously high two months ago -- was down to a normal level. And even though I know it's going to get harder and harder to lose weight as I get closer to my goal (205 pounds), for the first time since I started this project I'm absolutely sure I'll make it.

When my depression finally gets to be too much for me and I kill myself, I like the idea of two women passing by my coffin, and one of them turning to the other and saying, "What a waste!"