In a desperate (and hopefully comedic) maneuver to remain relevant… yes… Baby Got Back — on track. 😉

I’m back within striking distance (3.4 pounds) of a new low, and I got there by getting myself fully back on track, and taking control of not only what I put in my body, but what thoughts I allow to take up residence in my brain. I’m feeling stronger as time goes by, and watching the pounds going away (again) and being so much closer to declaring a new low — well, that’s pretty good incentive. We’re also making plans for next summer’s vacation, and while I know I’ll have to deal with limitations for some time yet, my goal is to be more mobile, and yes, weigh less. I like having goals to work for.

I had initially set the goal to break through my plateau by year’s end; while that’s the long end of the range, what I truly hope for is to break it by Thanksgiving.

While I understand and embrace the idea of working through such challenges one day at a time, I also think that having too myopic of a viewpoint can work against me. Getting too caught up in the daily ups and downs of weight loss left me with a feeling of hopelessness, because I hadn’t seen progress in too long of a time; it’s times like that when good intentions and negative inner voices war with each other, and it’s easy to listen to the voice that says “you’re going to be doing this FOREVER, how about a little break once in a while?”

If you don’t have your mind in the right place, the occasional cheat is a slippery slope to a much larger cheat — and then a more intentional cheat. And before you know it, your system has stalled out. The further off-track we go, the more of a challenge it is to get back to where we need to be.

And I’m glad to be getting closer to where I need to be.