Ironic, isn’t it?
OK, I click to the irony that, on a blog devoted to weight loss, a large number of the posts are recipes… but, as a writer, I have to click to ironies… it’s part of my charm. :) See my other blog, MetaWriting, if you don’t believe me. My entire life is one irony after another.
Anyway–the scale said I’d lost 98 pounds as of this morning. Only two more to go to be in the century club. Only six more to go to be under 200 for the first time since 1990. Yep, 16 years ago, I weighed 198 pounds, after losing 70. When I get below 198, I will be lighter than I’ve been since I got out of the Air Force in 1983–23 years ago. I weighed 166 when I got out, and shot past 270 in the next six months, due to a combination of having weight restrictions relaxed for the first time in four years and taking fertility drugs.
Told the docs I was gaining weight like mad on the drugs, and they told me it was all in my head. I told ‘em it was all on my ass. Been struggling with my weight ever since.