We interrupt my frantic day at work (out for 2 days, holeee crapto) and my frantic preparations to leave for WALT DISNEY WORLD (5:00 sharp, not a second later) for this Special Bulletin.
Anybody who knows me (or has seen my pictures) knows I have fought the battle of the bulge for years and years. I have been a walking, talking beached baby whale (great care must be exercised lest the tire people paint “Goodyear” down my side).
And, I should not be admitting/trumpeting this, but:
298.8
For the first time in 3 years, the first number of that scale reading above is not a “3”. I’m not saying how much (because I don’t want to jinx it), but the number has been much higher.
I was in Dallas for a presentation Tuesday. I am pleased to report that I cannot wear those pants again without serious alterations. A comment was actually made (by my friends) about my clothes looking like “sacks”.
20 more and I’ve got a whole bunch of clothes, so I’ll have a whole “new” wardrobe.
Working on it, but:
Rubicon. Crossed.
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