LORI, Well, I did the math, and 50 pounds by Christmas, or even New Year’s, is perhaps a ridiculous goal, or at least really rigorous for someone my age. BUT, I’m going to try fiercely for it, and if I don’t reach it, I’ll at least be better off than I am today. Somehow saying it to myself, sometimes out loud, many times a day helps me stay focused on the fact that I have a big, long-term goal, and just how important each day is to the final goal. Unless I want to spend next summer the way I spent this one, sitting on the sidelines, watching and wishing that I could ride too, then I need to get busy. I know that it took 50 pounds before anyone noticed I was losing last time. I want to have enough off for family to at least notice at Christmas. I’m already wondering how to get out of seeing them at Thanksgiving to give myself another month to work on it, but that’s just silly I suppose.
LILION, Every time I read that you’ve taken on the accursed infernal machine, I feel challenged to pull my TM out from the wall and climb aboard. If you can do THAT wild machine, I should have the umpf to use my own little machine!
BEARCUB, A one pound loss is 25 pounds NOT gained. It’s victory. It’s burning more than you take in, which is a wonderful habit.

It’s a step in the RIGHT direction. And I’ve been at camp. I bet you’ve been active enough to have exchanged some raw weight for muscle! Welcome Back!
HEATHER, New day. Better choices. Different consequences. Onward. You are the Queen of Commitment to Better Choices… or at the very least, a member of the Royal Family. I love that you’ve kept the exercise thread not just alive, but thriving. I’ll be reporting in there today, since I even went walking on my lunch hour today.
TERRI, Ouch! That freezing off stuff sounds awful. Reminds me of when I was a kid and they tried to freeze off a wart on my toe. Too painful. Scarred me mentally for life. Sniff, poor child.
BRAVO!!!!! On that 5 pounds down, and
GO BABY GO on burning off the next 7! Our ponies will love us for this! (Personally, I’m dying to be able to get on from the ground if I need to.)
As for chicken skin – yes, both yum & ugh. Yesterday I discovered and defrosted some chicken legs I had in the freezer. They were bought at a meat market, but I could tell WHICH market when I went to cook them just now. Good grief, there was more fat on those thighs than on my own… well, almost. I would have been tempted to leave the skin on, but with all that disgusting globules of yellow goo? Not. I almost never go to that particular market because everything they sell has tons of fat on it. When will I learn that it’s just not worth it to buy anything but boneless/skinless? Between the extra preparation time and all the waste that’s not (or shouldn’t be) edible, I might as well spend a little extra money. And I’ve just been reminded never to shop at that market again, either. Sorry, but after this experience, I’m just a bit off my peking duck for a while.
Like I told Lori, my current goal is tough if not impossible, but I find I don’t do well with little changes and gradual progress. I find that if I throw myself in to it full tilt, focusing everything on the process as well as the goal, I do better. When I try the one-change-at-a-time approach, I wimp out. I get distracted. I cheat. I make excuses. I fudge. I ignore the truth. I let exceptions rule instead of allowing exceptions TO the rule. I can't seem to give it something - It's all or nothing. So, I’m going to make the most of my fiercely competitive nature. I’ve got the bit in my teeth, so to speak, and I’m going to run with it. I have everything I need, all the focus & motivation in the world, and I think I’m ready to take on the enemy within and win.
O.K. Let’s see how I feel tomorrow.
Off to the barn. Gotta love those four-legged puckie machines!