25 lbs.

This one is all about me. I have lost 25 lbs. in 10 weeks. That's significant. It ties my record for Most Weight Lost. It means I've stuck with something for 10 whole weeks. Dutifully, I have gotten up every M/W/F morning at 4:45 (sometimes 5, once 5:20) to be at the gym for a 5:30 a.m. training session. I gave up Coke Classic, my only real vice. I go to the gym most evenings. I live, live, LIVE for Friday night Body Pump. I can do push-ups for crying out loud. Yet, I have many more pounds to go. And I have let El Rey start creeping back into my diet. I still wonder when I am going to quit. Because I am a quitter.

I quit everything. I try to surround myself with people to do things with me so I won't quit, but that doesn't always work. I got my (now) BIL to take Music Appreciation with me in college and then I dropped it because it was too annoying to come back to campus after lunch. I convinced my sister and BIL to become Lutheran and go to MY church. Now they're ushers and committee members and I haven't darkened the doors in a year. I was all hopped up on going to the gym for a few months after Loudon was born and begged my BIL to go to a class with me for a few weeks. When I went back this fall, HE introduced ME to HIS friends in the class. I could go on and on with examples, but you get the point.

I'm a quitter. And I can't quit this. I have too much to lose (pretty good pun, huh?). So, I'll keep getting up at 4:45'ish and I'll keep paying my trainer to be my best friend. And this time next year when I'm sporting something close to my early '90s physique, congratulate me. Not on losing the weight, but on being a reformed quitter.