I cannot accurately describe what it was like to see the scale report my weight last night, but I'm going to try with this post in my blog. The precise number given was 249.8, which is close enough to 250 for the government, but there is a difference. My friends and faithful readers, there is a large difference indeed. What, exactly, you may ask? Simply this: There's a 5 in one of those numbers, and a 4 in the other.
Seeing that number appear made my heart skip a beat. Two beats, once I'd weighed myself for the third time and discovered I hadn't just been standing wrong on the scale. I can't remember the last time I saw my weight land in the 240's, and to find myself there again--even if it is just by the barest thread under the line--is a real treat.
Let me get positively artsy on you. It's a marker, a post along the trail with my destination scrawled across it in black charcoal on a pointed board. The worn wood of this stereotypical "dusty path in the badlands" sign is still in good enough shape to point the way, and wouldn't you know it? It's pointing the way I've been going. The sun may be hot, the landscape may be bleak and unforgiving, and the road may be full of tumbleweeds and trail dirt, but by God, it is the *right road* and if I follow it I'll get where I'm going.
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Wild! I was just writing about how proud I was of you in my own blog when I saw this in my inbox!
We share a brain, I tell you.
Love you! So proud! Steak sammies tonight! You're great!
Just remember, when you get to the goal, there's a huge pool waiting and you get to strut around it looking like Adonis. And I will be staring at you and I'll run out to greet you carrying an ice tea. I think I'll wear the halter suit. ;)
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