They all accepted me as I was, which means a lot. And I think they’ll all be happy for me, and maybe even a little proud of me, if I come back looking the way I want to look.
Plus, I’ll be able to brag about it incessantly and annoy the shit out of them.
So back to the number. 240 is too much to strive for at this point. But 250 makes a lot of sense. It’s a round number, only nine pounds away, and falls in line with where I should be at that point in the diet.
But I won’t become fixated on 250 now. I’ve found that fixation on numbers is a bit counterproductive to success. But if I weigh myself on July 16 and weigh exactly 250 pounds, then I’ll be pleased. If not, then oh well, it’s only a few pounds.
In the coming weeks, I will surely talk more about going back home. But it seems like a good time to warn you about that. This could get very nostalgic as we go along, so be prepared.
As for the diet itself, we’re going good now. Sort of on cruise control, I suppose. Like I’ve said, this becomes a habit after a while, and I wake up in the morning knowing basically what I am going to eat. It might not be too exciting, and it might make you guys a little worried about a lack of variety, but it seems to be working right now.
So that’s what counts.
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