Time Doesn't Wait for Me... or musings upon how much weight I could have lost the past seven weeks if I'd been present in my life

...it keeps on going. Time. Just walks on past whether you notice or not.

I've been a lousy blogger, a mediocre wife, a less-than-sterling mother, and fairly non-participatory in my own thoughts the past seven weeks. How did that happen? Guess I just got too caught up in chasing a buck or two and the issues of others, and a new business project I am hoping will bear some fruit... and speaking of fruit, I'm back on the cart. Betcha didn't even know I'd been dragging my toe in the dirt, didja?

Perhaps after I hit Onederland (that's when your numerical weight reaches the centennial range) I went a little stir crazy, got a touch of carbo fever, I dunno... thought I'd play around with, hmmmm, how is it going to feel on maintenance once I get there in another 40-50 pounds? Wonder if that happens to everyone... I'd love a poll from any of you weight-release addicts out there. I've read others having a similar reaction at various watershed moments in their weightloss journeys... so I'm not alone I'm pretty sure. But I'm certainly glad to be back in the saddle and riding out of this Valley of the Wasteland of Entropy.

Luckily I did no real damage to what I'd accomplished, with the help of my wonderful online support group and several wonderful ladies who email and call me and encourage me regularly. And I am prepared for the second half of the onslaught. ... the chocolate's lovely, dark, and sweet, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I eat... with apologies to the late Mr. Frost.