For and against the grain: A detox postmortem
Tunes for Tuesday: Odyssey, by The Wyld

OK, pound, you're going down!

One pound. That's all that separates me from busting through The Big Plateau. 

image from www.visualizing.org
(image from Vizualizing.org)

Not my usual 235 or 238 plateau -- this one is the Big One. The one that I feel will propel me into the home stretch. Can't really say I can see a finish line because I don't know where it is, but I can see mileposts coming into view.

I was 235 when I got pregnant back in 1997. I was 185 when I got married in 1992. And I was nowhere near as active as I am today, so I really and truly don't know how much I "should" weigh, so my goal, so to speak, is "anything below 200." And I'm getting close.

I was 233 for about 5 minutes back in October, then zipped back up. I'm back there today and instead of zipping back up, to quote Fallout Boy, sugar, we're going down.

I can feel it this time. It will be gone this week.

Every other time I've gotten down this low I've gotten in a celebratory mood or took my eye off the road (hands off the steering wheel ... pick your metaphor). 

So I'm not going to do that. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

Today on my walk, instead of listening to a running mix or a dieting podcast, I started the audiobook version of Dr. Ian Smith's book "Happy: Simple Steps to Get the Most Out of Life." I've been feeling super motivated, super healthy and super happy and I figured that I would focus my attention on something other than food and workouts, giving my brain some "comfort food." 

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