Since I was at my parents’ this weekend, I took the opportunity to step on their scale. I’ve lost 6 pounds. That’s roughly 1.5-2 pounds a week.
This is going to be a long process.
I realize that I’m probably doing it in a healthy fashion. I’m definitely not starving myself. Any progress is a step in the right direction. 6 pounds is nothing to sneeze at. Blah blah. Blah. I wish the pounds would frankly disappear, though, like a magic act. The Amazing Vanishing Flab; now you see it, now you don’t. I’m far from a patient person and, at this rate, I won’t hit my target goal for another 8 months. 8 more months without chocolate. That’s going into next year. How am I going to survive?