This past Saturday I walked in feeling expectant and sure enough, I had lost a pound. That puts me at 23.8 lbs lost since March. It could have been a lot more but I'm not beating myself up over this. It is 23.8 lbs. I will NEVER see again. I am looking forward to Saturday and another loss. I would love to see a solid 25 gone. That number has been eluding me since August. I think Nov. 3rd will be my day.
In fact, I think that just as October was a difficult month for me, November is going to be a wonderful month. This is the year I turn 60. Hard as that is to imagine, it really is going to happen. This morning I was thinking about turning 60 and how I've been dreading it. Then I found myself acknowledging that 60 was going to get here whether I dreaded it or not. SO - I decided to celebrate it.
Like weight loss, my attitude is something that is completely under my control. My birthday present to myself is to lose 5 more pounds between now and the 18th. My first gift to me will be reaching the great 25 lb. number this Saturday. After that, I'll tackle the rest and get rid of 3-5 more by the 17th (just in time for my birthday the next day). Yeah!!
Remembering George in prayer