The Next 28

I lay in bed last night, sighing.
"What's up honey?"suffering from Fryer's Remorse.
"Awww..." said d. "Is that it?"
"Yeah, that's it baby..."
She sighed.
"There are people fighting real battles close at home you know," she said, slipping arms around my increasingly girthy belly.
"I know babe," I murmured. "This is all just a whirlwind of me."
"Thing is, you sound like you're at the end of this thing," she said. "And if you are, that's fine, go downstairs, fire up the computer and tell everyone 'That's it, that's the end...might drop you a line when I get back to 20 stone...'"
I think she was only partly joking. That thought flitted through my brain.
"Or," she said, "alternatively, don't do that at all. Remember the stubborn bastard you are, and get on with it."
"Hmm," I said.

Woke up with something of a different attitude. Say, just for argument's sake, that come Tuesday, my Nazi Scales report that I'm back to 17 stone. OK, what that means in the long run is I'm six and a half stone overweight (as opposed, let's not forget, to my initial 10 stone overweight - I do rather keep forgetting that even where I am, I've kicked an appreciable amount of my own ass). The lowest point I've reached was 14 stone 9, but the most believable, consistent place I reached was 15 stone.

You know what that is?

That's 28 pounds.

That's all - not 91 pounds, which is the equivalent of the 6.5 stone I still have to lose. Just 28 little pounds. 28 ogrefarts of weight - or 56 UK pats of butter. That's the difference between everything in my wardrobe fitting beautifully, and everything new rather straining at the seams. At two pounds per week, that's 14 weeks. Three and a half months.  Give or take a week or two that means - with a faintly laughable logic - I could get back to something like 14 stone 9 in time for Christmas this year. Which would mean by March 1st 2013 - the second Disappearing anniversary, I could get to about 14 stone dead. After which, there's, say, just another 28 pounds to go - and then another 28 pounds after that. and then we'd be done and just maintaining. I'm going to stop thinking so hard about what I've done so far and what there is left to do. Just gonna focus on the next 28 pounds. Getting back to the bridgehead of 15 stone, in 28 pounds' time, will feel really good, BUT, crucially, it won't feel like the end of anything, which I think, for some reason, probably to do with the ending of the first year of this experiment, it did the first time. Let's just focus on 28 pounds at a time.