So the weekend was okay, nothing spectacular. In-N-Out Burger definitely called my name, and I got a sunburn. Fun, right?
So I am 259 pounds right now (give or take whatever the off-day did to me, which probably wasn’t much), and I have about a month and a half before I head to Detroit for three weeks of largely non-diet-related things. Those things will include drinking, eating and, well, that’s really the only thing that goes against the diet.
So the question I asked myself today is this: What is a reasonable weight to aim for when I get on that plane on July 16?
Obviously, the ideal answer is 240 pounds. But, I don’t think that’s really going to happen in a month and a half.
I have to think within reason here, right? So let’s see, about six weeks, I am pretty sure I can get down to 250. Certainly a reasonable goal, certainly something I can do without really altering my current habits.
That would be 25 pounds less than I weighed when I went home after the 100 days. And I am pretty sure those 25 pounds would make a difference.
Perhaps you can tell that the reaction of family and friends back home is important to me. And I can easily admit that their reactions might be the most important reactions of anyone. All of those people have seen my ups and downs over the years. They’ve seen me as a 285 pound high school senior, and a 370 pound fatty at 25. Some of them even saw me as an 8 pound, 2 ounce infant nearly 29 years ago.
So they know the saga better than anyone else in my life. Some of them helped define fat as my identity. And all of the people that really matter to me have expressed support in the weight loss effort.