A dose of hard reality

The good news: this morning I got up and got right on the treadmill. Today's treadmilling: DONE

The bad news: I decided to measure my stomach, waist, and hips to get a starting reference. Wow. How depressing. I didn't realize how big I really was. I mean, it's easy to detach from a weight because everybody carries their weight differently and you can kind of lie to yourself that you have a lot of muscle or big bones or whatever lie you think up for yourself. But measurements, well, they're pretty blunt. Anyway, so I measured and swallowed really hard, then wrote the measurements down along with today's date. I'll go give them a look in about a month and see if there hasn't been any improvement. And sweet merciful heavens, I hope there will be.

I was thinking in the shower that even though I've given myself twenty-four months to reach my goal, I can't think of losing weight as a twenty-four month project. I really need to keep things day-to-day, and not think about tomorrow when I might be confronted with some obstacle that will make weight-loss hard or inconvenient. So, like the alcoholics, I'm taking things one day at a time, or even one minute at a time if I have to. In the end, all those minutes will be days, and the days will add up to twenty-four months. And then--Monaco!