The Outskirts of Town

No doubt if you have been reading this blog or my other blog you have heard me mention "The Land Of Normal Sizes". I am at the gate just at the outskirts of town. Any time now the drawbridge will lower and the gate keeper will throw open the doors and welcome me in.

My quest has been long and dirty and fraught with danger. On more than a few occasions the road has become difficult and thoughts of abandoning my best efforts have plagued me. I think I now know how the lonely marathon runner feels at mile twenty-three way after everyone else has finished the race and even the TV guys have closed up shop. Where is that finish line? What was I thinking? How do I keep going? The answers come to me if I just reach for them. Stay the course. You can't get to town if you stop moving. Keep your goals in mind...food for your soul.

I am just an ordinary girl who had an extraordinary amount of weight to lose. I have no answers, really. I just know that I have no interest in returning to the "Land of Can't Move Out of My Own Way".

I am very fortunate. I have a WW buddy, Jadi. I would not have made it this far without her. Most every Sunday I drive from my house to shake my friend free from her abode, which is crowded with four wee-sized people and her boyfriend. I look forward to the hour-and-a-half we spend together. It is our time to slip away from the things that haunt us. The problems we can't resolve. We get coffee, we gossip, we laugh, we focus on ourselves for that glorious time.