Well, the lighter side of the news would be me . . . yep . . . a whole 31.6 pounds lighter. 

That's a big wad of fat . . . imagine lined up 126 sticks of butter, then throw in a few more pats . . . that's how much fat has come off my body.

And all I do is eat food.

Constantly.

I swear, somedays it seems like I have to stay up late to eat all my food.

Gotta Love That!!

I'm totally committed to losing this excess body weight this time around.  I don't know why now I'm so comitted, and in my younger years I wasn't.

Perhaps because when your younger you always think like Scarlet O'Hara . . .

"I'll worry about that tomorrow" . . .

Well, frankly my dear, I'm running short on tomorrows.

This year I turn . . . oh gasp, oh me, oh my . . . 50 . . . I swear I was just 20 the other day.  How'd all these years creep up?  Yep, 50 is the new 30 or 40.  Something like that.  But it still is a turning point. 

It's like when I finally got off my duff and stopped smoking.  I'd done the math.  I'd been smoking more than half my life.  Wow.  But that's what happens when you start smoking at 11.  Seriously.  I was young.

Well, I've been messing around and half heartitly trying to lose weight for 49 years.  That's all my life.  It's well past time for me to stop playing Scarlet. 

I've been tested a couple times on my commitment with the program and having to face public affairs with massive food involved.  I've held strong.  I will hold strong over then next few days too.

And Lord knows I'll be tested on the food.  Good yummy homemade goodnesses that will come out of every Lutheran Ladies Aide cook book in the county.  Good yummy home made down on the farm baked goods from farm oven to the family table.  Full of fat, cholesterol, and calories.  I can smell it now.  I can vision it now.

And it all looks and smells wonderful, but ya know what.  I'm not going to dive into the dessert table.  I'll put down the spoon for that homemade mac and cheese.  I'm ready to pass it all up and let the rest of the guests enjoy each and every bite.  It's okay. 

For once in my life I see it all as it truely is.  It's just food.  It's not my lover, my friend, nor my confidant.

It won't be like I'm giving up a million bucks.  I'm just giving up a piece of pie.

And I can handle that!

Skinny Minded Hugs

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