50 pounds of weight loss!

I'm happy to announce that I have lost 50 pounds!
First I lost five pounds. Then I gained five pounds, but then, again, I lost five pounds ...
Gained five...
Lost five...
Gained five...
Lost five...
Gained five ...
You get the picture, right?

All together I must have lost at least 50 pounds and so far I have totally blown this diet thing. My losing 50 pounds (at one time) is as likely as finding Osama Bin Laden. (Were still trying to do that, right?)

I'm learning though. For example, I've learned that five chicken nuggets from Wendy's will gain me one pound and five sessions of daily exercise will keep my weight steady. I've also learned that smelling doughnuts is almost as good as eating them and that it's rude if said doughnut is in your co-worker's hand.

When I see people around town they always ask me how the diet is going, which I can't figure out. I mean, you're looking at me. What do you think?

Really I appreciate the interest. The other day I told a "friend" that I felt bad about letting readers down and not losing much weight in such a long time. It was pointed out to me that perhaps people are enjoying my NOT losing weight more anyway. True. I myself love it when other people fail. It builds up my self-esteem.

Weight, however, has been lost. On the other hand so has humility and pride, but it's a trade off I signed up for.

Since I've begun my weight loss humiliation, I've actually lost a total of 10 pounds - most of it from my chest.

But my body is stronger - which will be good for when I invariably weigh much more than I do now.

I get in about 30 minutes of exercise most days and my body is looking better, if not smaller. I have a dream where one day I shed my fat outer shell and underneath a firm, trim, sexy body is revealed. Then I wake up and I'm smashing my scale against the refrigerator again.