Today has been the hardest so far and I’m certain some very tough days are ahead. I’m still doing the work; I’m not a slacker, but I’m feeling a bit “run down” and bit prone to devouring a sack full of Kit Kats or something. You’re all still on my mind enough that I haven’t faltered but I fear the “honeymoon” portion of my public weight loss journey may be fading away for some of us. Just like naive newlyweds, I will soon meet with the harsh reality of the massive scope and breadth of my “‘til death do us part” commitment.
I'm not going to lie to you. I fear tomorrow’s trip to the scales will be extremely pivotal to my morale. I’m expecting to post some rather large, Biggest Loser-type numbers for the first few weeks. I’m thinking 15-20lbs. I’ve lost it that quickly before but it was usually during the first few weeks of a weight loss contest, where I was guilty of sandbagging the scales by indulging in some serious gluttony right before the first weigh-in. Rest assured that I didn’t do anything like that this time as I knew I would only be cheating myself.
I think I’ll post my new weight in the morning rather than at night. If you’re prone to pray, offer a few for me. Otherwise, everybody figuratively hold your breath and exhale with me as I climb on that scale. And please don’t just pray that I’ll lose enough weight by tomorrow to make me happy, but pray that I will be able to deal with the weekly results, good or bad, in the appropriate way. Please stay with me. If you’ve been thinking about sending me a compelling message, now might be a good time. The first hurtle is always the highest, but I draw so much strength from you, especially those of you who are struggling in the trenches with me. I know together we can leap every obstacle on the course, always keeping our feet, or at least always finding the will to get up each time we fall.