It may finally be succeeding.   I am down close to 5 lbs, having gone to bed last night after a ginormous meal of hamburgers and bbq and still clocking in just over 154.   I   now feel motivated to get below my goal of 153 down to about 150.     I’m most psyched that my body has finally turned the corner and is not wanting to eat as much anymore.   My 6-pack is becoming defined again.   Its always been there, but like its namesake, just hiding in the fridge behind the milk and cheese.   I thought I was old enough to not give a shit how I look anymore as long as I wasn’t hideous, but I see now that was a coping strategy.   It feels good to look tight again! Infused with momentum from my success, dropping under my goal seems suddenly within reach.    

My strategies have not been extreme, but compared to my prior habits have made a few minor but significant changes:

• Much less carbs:   I had a bad habit of snacking on bread as a mini-meal before dinner, since dinner often didn’t come til about 10pm, or eating lots of bread cause I wanted to eat and it was not junk food.   Carbs for athletics are one thing; carbs beyond needed calories are mostly just another form of sugar.
• Less snacks:   we’re just not bringing it home.   I’ve chapped Beckie’s ass when she has, and she has grudgingly acknowledged the validity in my complaints
• High fiber: my diet has always been pretty good, but I’m making a point of eating stuff like acorn squash and brussel sprouts, now that I’ve finally figured out how to cook them so they taste really good.   They fill me up, and make me feel just a little bit sick, which keeps me from overeating.

How cool would it be to come into the Crazy 88 as light as I was with Ironwood in ’03?!?!