Pondering

I feel like I should put up a post so my mind is drawn back to this blog, but I really don't have too much to say.  I've ONCE AGAIN rededicated myself to the 10 pound quest and am on the 3rd day.  So far, so good.  I'm throwing in a few photos to entertain you.

This photo is a few years old but for some reason I like it.  Probably cuz I weighed at my 155 goal when it was taken.

Weight has been the monkey on my back for my whole life.  Facebook has been reminding me lately that 15 years ago we buried my mother.  How weird is it that I remember when I hung up the phone from the "Come now!" phone call that my first thought was, "Thank goodness I only weigh 157 pounds". Now that has got to tell you how deeply rooted this problem is!  Who thinks that way?  Ahem . . . that would be me.

Taken a few years ago after completing a 16 mile hike to the peak of Mt. Ben Lomond (located across the street from our house.)

 I'm pretty sure I'm going to take these issues to my grave, (or more correctly, to my oven since I've elected cremation).  Despite the fact I'm an intelligent person, this issue is beyond my comprehension. I think the only way I've been able to rein it in (considering my prior years of obesity) is that I've given up trying to sort it out.  I just have that 155 number in my head and must continue working towards it.  I'm OK with that, it has given me the best results . . . even if the reasoning is a bit whacked.  And so I carry on . . .

C