Today's Menu: Friends and Kibble

Today was a good day. I spent quite a bit of it online, chatting with a friend who is into her third week of quitting smoking. I am proud of her. She has a lot of other things going on at the same time. It's pretty remarkable that she has taken on this challenge as well. She says she gains strength from the way I have approached my weight loss challenge. What an awesome thing to hear.

I have another friend who has begun to quietly watch what she eats and to exercise. When I talk to her, I am not allowed to mention the "D" word. For her, "diet" is a four letter word that carries way too many expectations and pressures. Her method is a bit more understated than mine! We have fun though. I try not to preach and lecture, she doesn't seem to mind my enthusiasm, and we look at d**t and weight loss tips together online. (There is a lot of great advice out there, but also some very strange recommendations.) My friend and I have been through many of life's ups and downs and changes together, and I wish her all the success in the world! 

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When I stepped on the scale this morning, I realized I had just slipped down past the forty pounds mark. I was so excited. That was an amazing feeling. Forty pounds is one of those big bags of dry dog food. I lost a bag of kibble! That forty pounds is twenty percent of my weight loss goal. (Despite my hatred of math, I actually do pretty well with percentages.) I also like the image of trailing kibble behind me. Losing weight, one kiblet at a time... I think bread crumbs smell better, but still...  I now have four more bags of kibble to go. If I bring it back to bags of flour, I've lost eight so far and have thirty two more to go. Four sounds better than thirty two. Maybe I'll stick with kibble for now. 

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Baa baa, fat girl, have you any kibble? 

Yes sir, yes sir, four bags full.