THREE HUNDRED

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Yeah baby! Five independent measurements on two different scales. I wasn't even planning to weigh myself today. I had put myself on a strict once a month plan, because your weight can vary if you're carrying water, or when you last ate, etc. I last weighed myself at the start of the month, and that scale had me at 308. I wasn't going to weigh myself again until the start of April.

However, I was just finishing up a visit at my parent's house and saying my goodbyes. As I passed through the kitchen, I saw it sitting out in the middle of the floor: The digital demon. The scale that would rather belch a red 'E' at me than tell me my weight. I was just two weeks out from my last weigh in, but since I was just expecting another red 'E', I figured I might as well.

My jaw hit the floor. Not because I have achieved some massively impressive physique, but because 300 has been my magic number for a long time. That was the number I once told myself, "Dude, if you ever go over 300 pounds, I'm going to kill you." I told myself that in the last MILLENNIUM, because I hit 300 sometime before 9/11 and never looked back.

My resolve has only gotten deeper. Losing this weight really hasn't been all that hard. I just had to care; I had to want it; I needed a goal to reach for, and losing this fat will help me reach it. Heh, I am gonna get myself so sexified it'll be sick. ( Ok, back to Earth Troy, come back down. ) It will take a year or two, but it will happen. Period.