Well to speak metaphorically, it's scary out there on the side roads, the
dirt roads of weight loss maintenance. The lines aren't real clear and I
keep swerving off the road and getting back on, then swerving back off and
getting back on awhile before I hit a pothole or find myself lost because
I'm trying to find my own way with no signs.

So I'm back to the four-lane highway of my prescribed eating plan. Unlike
the dirt roads, I can't stop anywhere I please, or pull off to run into the
woods for a minute. But the lines and signs are clear and if I follow those
roads I can get where I'm going much faster and without so much angst. Am I
willing to get off the country roads, which I like better, and drive on the
freeway? I hate how you can't make U-turns and how you have to keep your
eyes on the road every second for all the traffic and trucks.

But do I want to get where I'm going or don't I?

I had a nightmare last night that I was looking for an outfit to wear and
none of my clothes fit me (I'm certainly not at that point yet!) and I had
to look at a round rack of my old clothes and pick out something that would
fit around my hips. I picked a green floral shirt (top of a two-piece set),
which was from my old work wardrobe and as I now recall was a size 28W. So
you can believe that my heart was pounding when I woke up. While I don't
have any of my old fat clothes (gave away 25-30 Hefty bags full), they
really are that close.

So it's back to the highway starting today. Forgot to mention before that I
saw my nutritionist (numbers were not good) and it was my last scheduled
visit with him-- where you decide whether you are going to sign up for
another 9 months and pay up front. So yes, yes, I did. I may swerve off the
road but I am not going to roll over the car and let it burn with me inside.

Mary M
325-167-150