12/15/22
Again. Rogue day. Power went out. The house is already cold, what are we gonna do without power.
I got mom dresses in another layer. Put sweaters on the dogs. Found the lanterns and batteries. Candles.
Played uno in the near dark until it turned back on.
Think tomorrow's holiday dinner is likely cancelled, due to the weather.
Which makes today an eating day but I haven't yet.
I did pull out one of my old diet journals. The one going back to my joining mpa and my goals are often the same. To try to get lower, this number or that number. Often the same numbers because they mean something to me.
At 238, I started dating the woman that would be my 1st wife and divorce. I am there! Finally, how awesome!
225, was remarked to be the lowest I would have weighed in 13 years-- 10 year ago. I almost hit it once in 2010. Got to 226. For a day.
217 would be my updated 100 pounds lost.
At this weight I started dating the my first long love. It lasted a decade and ended with her cheating on my with a gastric bypass patient, after refusing to support my getting the surgery: 210.
199. Onederland.
185 would be my "original goal" of 100 pounds lost. My highest at that point was 285. Much to my chagrin, I got alot heavier after that (317)- and hit that number like 3 different times!
176. My fighting weight.
Up until this week, I was struggling so hard to get under 243.
I have broken through that barrier. It might have been a mental thing. So tough to get thru but I have stayed under it all week. Not going to lie, that fact doesn't really make me want to eat.
I have a great soup ready. And leftover pork chop & cabbage. I want a bath and to paint my nails. And watch a movie. And I want more heat in this damn house!
