I’ve lost sixteen pounds in one week! I am full of hope. Allen and I had an important talk yesterday. He told me some things and expressed his feelings about my obesity that he had never before admitted. I cried and I laughed; I ached over what I had done to myself, to us. I longed for the experiences I’ve missed. I looked forward, as never before, to a new, skinny me.
Spring is in the air, and for the first time in years, I am looking forward to summer. Summer can be such a dreadful thing to think about. Who could possibly look forward to another fat summer? But not this year. I have three full months before summer vacation begins. With much dedicated effort, I can lose another fifty pounds by then. I’ve already lost sixteen pounds in one week! Of course, I can’t continue to lose this fast all the way down to my ideal weight. But I need to get down to 199 quickly. I can live with being merely “fat”; it’s this morbid obesity that drives me nuts and severely limits my activities and fun.