I’ve decided August 11, 2007 is D-Day. No, I won’t be storming the beaches of Normandy, though I’m sure that would be great cardio as long as Nazi’s weren’t shooting at me. No, this is the date my older brother just set for his wedding. So it’s 160 pounds or else…I’ll have to buy a bigger dress. Yeah, doesn’t quite have the same stakes as defeating fascist overlords, does it?
This gives me 13 months to lose 57 pounds, which is 4.4 pounds a month, which is totally doable. (Tangent: the word “doable” always looks like it’s spelled wrong to me.) I think that’s also about 56 weeks from now so that’s 1.02 pounds a week, which is about what I’ve been averaging lately.
This brings up an interesting trend that I’ve noticed or at least imagined I’ve noticed – I always seem to be a year away from my goal. Last October on my birthday I distinctly remember thinking at my current rate of loss I’d be at goal in a year. Only that was about 8 months ago and I’m still a year away from goal. What strange twisting of space time is this?
It makes me think of Zeno’s Paradox which, don’t worry, I didn’t learn about in physics class but by watching the movie IQ with Meg Ryan and Tim Robbins. The paradox says that in order to get from point A to point B you must first travel halfway there. Once you get halfway there you must now travel halfway between the remaining distance. Then you have to travel halfway again. You have to continue doing this infinitely which begs the question of how the hell do we actually manage to go anywhere at all? I dunno.
I do however know that we do manage to get from point A to point B. So that means I can definitely get to goal too. And I don’t even have to fight any Nazis to get there!