I’m gonna celebrate, dammit!
Because 42 pounds lost was my goal, and I did it!
That said, 42 was my initial goal, I’m not done yet! And with all I’ve learned about that blasted trend line I’ve gotta keep up the momentum to have that trend weight get under the 300 mark (still will happen this month, so long as I keep drinking water!)
So while I wait for the trend to catch up to the scale, I’m considering my next steps, I have a wacky idea in mind, that should be a fun way to mix it up a bit in the next few months. So stay tuned.
Meanwhile, a small soliloquy on why 42 pounds was my goal (despite the 43 stated in the above picture, I didn’t want to use a three-digit number starting with a 3 as a goal.).
I turned 42 last December. I read Douglas Adams’ Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy when I was in college, so I understand the significance of the number 42 being the ulitmate answer to life, the universe and everything. [Aside: the question being what is 6*9 merely a distraction, this universe’s question shall remain a mystery, see here).
In January my favorite television show LOST started it’s final season (something that should be blatantly obvious to my two readers, but I write to a larger audience!), which I progressed through in a state of joy and sadness. At The End, I realized I needed something other than television (though I still love me some TV!) to be important in my life. About the same time as LOST’s finale, my lovely and HAWT wife started on Weight Watchers, she asked me gently to do it with her, because trying to plan meals alone on the system was hard. So I started Weight Watchers, and then after my free period expired, I started using LoseIt! Both of these programs give you a goal weight, which is a stumper. All I really new back then was I didn’t want to be as heavy as I was, but as far as a discrete number… clueless. So I fell back on the LOST numbers: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. I chose the biggest, because with my initial weigh-in that would put me under 300 pounds. No I’m looking at all the progress and trying to find a next big number… but I get ahead of myself, stay tuned!
Sometime after I started on controlling my calorie intake. [Aside: that sentence is a laborious way of avoiding the word “diet” – for which I want to avoid because so far I haven’t eliminated any food sources, just how much of the calories I ingest.] I also wanted to increase my calorie outtake. So I started the Couch to 5K program, which gently guides a couch potato like I was into a somewhat steady runner. I pegged a date to run a 5k in September, and was committed to getting that done. I ran my first 5k in 42 (and a bit more) minutes.
See there is that number again. 42. I love the number 42! The next jean waist size in my cross-hairs? You guessed it 42! (from a 48 mind you…)
So with hitting the 42 pounds gone, I’m gonna celebrate!
Now, where did I put my celery?