Consider yourselves lucky that U.S. Highways 41 and 43 do not intersect. Otherwise, you'd be looking at a picture of the sign assembly where they cross, and a bit about how I've turned off of Highway 41 onto Highway 43. Or, for our Northern friends, Route 41 onto Route 43. (And if you're one of those California weirdos, "turn off the 41 and get on the 43.")
I guess you can gather by now that I have dropped an even -2.0, and my Pound-O-Meter™ now indicates an even 43 pounds. Better than I would've thought ... right now, I'm taking anything with a "-" sign in front of it until I head for the 'Ham late next week. I like that I'm further into the 40s, because after my backslide - in which I hope to gain no more than 1.5-2 pounds - I'll still be over 40 down. "Scaring Away 45" looks awfully good from here.
Which reminds me, I looked at a package of mellocreme pumpkins this evening (my big "seasonal sweet-tooth weakness", I've always loved 'em), and saw where it's 3 points for just seven of 'em. Well, crap - THAT's a fine "trick or treat."
We had a "substitute leader" this evening. Frankly, I like her more than any of the other leaders (3) I've experienced. I wish she'd stay -- I rather liked the sedateness. The one we have now on Wednesday nights is nice and no doubt has a good and sweet heart ... but, dadburnit, I cannot take a whole lot of her brand of enthusiasm. You'd have to see it to appreciate; it's like a female version of Richard Simmons on a sugar rush. It comes across .... wellll, phony.
And here's where I am fixin' to delve further into the bluntness. Sometimes I think attending the meetings are a big waste of my time. Just like in Rincon, there are no other men at this meeting. And just like in Rincon, there are few 'regulars' -- it seems like we're the only constants. The applause -- "Talmadge lost TWO POUNDS .... " *clap, clap, clap* The applause from those who don't know me from Adam's housecat just smacks of .... wellll, phoniness.
I don't know. I applaud when I hear of their weekly successes, and I am genuinely happy for them, and wish them nothing but success wherever their journeys take them. And those people, who don't know ME from said feline, I'm sure wish the same for me. All and good and I shouldn't be so snarky about it.
The thing is, I get nothing from the applause. MY satisfaction comes primarily from that number on the scale, the positive words I'll hear from the receptionist (whom I like), and posting the weigh-in results on the blog. All too often I find myself chomping at the bit to get home and make this weekly post.
Meetings are usually "chick fests", and for some inexplicable reason I have lately found myself feeling very loose in there ... making jokes and other attempts at witty (or what rhymes with that word) banter. I'm usually quite introverted in unfamiliar company, but not lately in the WW room. I don't get it.
In any event, I think it's just me. I pondered this out loud to The Luffly Seraphimesque One on the way home tonight, and it occurred to me that my "support system" - apart from The Woman Who Shares My Bed - are those of you who read this thing. I'm accountable to all of you. Bolivar ... Kate/Susan ... Melissa ... and, most of all, Nettiemac and her brother (who just hit his 50 pound milestone)
LET'S HEAR IT FOR LOSING 50 POUNDS!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!! (Oops, sorry - I was channeling our WW leader)
The support you all have given is what helps me in this journey. Not a bunch of strangers I'll probably never see again.
I'm doing well so far in my current path. And, as Casey Kasem used to say, "The hits get bigger as the numbers get smaller."
PS: And, incidentally, 41 and 43 do come close in Tennessee. 41 passes through Nashville where US-43's northernmost point is in Columbia, roughly 50 miles to the south. So there.
Ciao for niao.
--Talmadge "252.2" Gleck
1 week ago