all about perspective

As I was starting this entry, I was going to write about how, sure enough, I was back up to 192 today. And godDAMNit, why can't I get into the 180s.

And then I stopped to think about it, and decided that I need to quit my whining. Seriously. Let's think back to January. Or even April, for that matter. How elated would I have been to see 192 on the scale then? Or even 195? You would not be able to measure with existing technology. I would have been thrilled, totally off-the-charts ecstatic.

That was only 3 months ago. I was nearly 10 lbs. heavier then. And yet, here I sit, at 192, crying because I'm not at 190, or 189. I'm just never happy with where I am. At my current weight, I've consistently lost over 1 lb. a week. It's not remarkable, and it's not as fast as I'd like. But it is slow and steady, and it is life-changing. So you know what? Enough complaining.

For today anyway.