The good counsel of diet coaches is to place a number of goals on the journey of loss. I’ve tried to bolster personal motivation by having several:
- lose the first pound
- ten pounds
- the first belt hole
- get to 200, my weight on arriving in Kansas City
- halfway to the goal
And now, I can report I’m no longer overweight. Pretty sure. I have a fairly old scale at home, and it varies a few pounds from my physician’s, but it told me yesterday I hit 188, which is the top of the “normal” range for my height. This calls for a celebration, which means no cheating, of course. But I will prepare my favorite soy mixes from the meal packets. The chocolate stuff.
Meanwhile, I’ll dream of a nice dark ale. Alcohol is strongly discouraged on this diet, and fortunately I’m only an occasional drinker. And maybe I’ll ponder in my mind a nice plate of Chicken Biryani, but with a modest portion.
Thirty-nine off, twenty-six to go.