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Time has a way of alternately dragging and slipping through our fingers. That’s how I feel about my life in New York right now. While I’m working (and waiting) to uncover that perfect job lead so I can move back home to California, the calendar just keeps marching on.
Although it might seem unbelievable, as a WeightWatchers member (and employee) I never hooked up my online records with the meeting-center records (it’s a simple task) so that I could track my weight on a graph easily. Last week I remedied that.
Last night I took a long and sobering look at it.
It feels like I’ve been overweight for a while, but when I look at the graph I can see that it’s been a REALLy long while. And even though I was doing fine for a few years, there are repeated jumps upward. Even scarier is the fact that each weight gain seems to have been greater and lasted longer.
But you know what’s funny? At the moment I’m not so worried. I’m in one of those hopeful places where things seem to be going the right direction. And one thing the graph doesn’t illustrate well is that I’m at the lowest weight I’ve seen in well over a year.
That magic purple line is a long way off. But it’s where I’m headed.