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It wasn't much ....

but 0.4 pounds was all I needed to reach 40 pounds even. And that's exactly what I lost! I am so thrilled and so happy -- and while I would have loved a larger loss, I will take every ounce I get (or in this case, all 6.5 of them!)

So what does this mean? Well first of all, it means I will be getting my happy rear to the nearby music shop and buying Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs and lulling myself to the dulcet tunes of Mr. Clapton et al. It also means I have succeeded to a 2nd goal along the way. I am also within a few pounds of a good percentage of my ultimate goal.

The cool thing about all this is that I'm still eating normal foods. I still eat pizza (albeit Lean Cuisine, but it's pizza). I still eat Chinese (in moderation). I can even indulge in an occasional glass of wine. I still eat chocolate, and chips, and popcorn -- I just watch what kinds I eat and how much. I know what to look for, and what to ask the waiter, and how to prepare foods well.

And today, I was asked by the membership director at the Y to share my story with my fellow Y members as part of a project they're doing. So this weekend I will be typing that up. Because the exercise has been just as essential as the diet portion. I can tell I've lost inches. I've found my bicep again. My clothes fit very loosely. I'm not wheezing when I take a good walk. I can now walk a mile in under 25 minutes -- I'm working my way toward a shorter pace, but am thrilled at what I've accomplished so far!

I tell people who ask, "Believe me. If I can do it, anyone can." And that, my friends, is the key. Making up your mind that you're going to -- and that even a short-term setback is not a roadblock.

If you're walking this journey with me -- whatever program you're on -- my prayers continue for your success!

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