I can't fathom how it's been approximately one week and two hours since I boarded the first flight towards Seattle. We were talking about it last night, my Beloved and I, about how the time doth fly. I have observed that it's not so much the present, and the future arriving too quickly, but it's the fact that as soon as time becomes "the past," it starts to evaporate. That may have been some of the point of Stephen King's The Langoliers ... The past was utterly obliterated right before their eyes. It kind of dissipates as quickly as smoke. (I don't suggest watching any of it now, unless you like pure cheese in your movies, but ...)
Fitting, right?
Fitting, as I sit here and contemplate a new start. Watching the smoke from the last cigarette I have in the house float up and vanish. I've been looking forward to it all morning. From here on out, I will act as if I am in a non-smoking zone, or on a plane, or in a hotel room, where I don't have easy access to do whatever I want. That's it. We'll let the ashes fall where they may.
Time to take the training wheels off, and see where I go.
Day 47 Progress
Weight: 205
What I Et:
- The morning coffee
- A scrap of Muenster cheese
- One pepperoni
- Diet Dr. Pepper
- Part of a Factor Chicken Marsala meal (all but the green beans)
- Two mini chaffles
- Pork rinds and chip dip
- The Afternoon Coffee
- Dinner out at BBQ place
About 75% of one piece of Smoked meatloaf (a horrible choice), half a side salad with ranch, probably a one-inch slice of corn casserole, about four bites of some not-so-stellar mac-n-chee, and half of a cocktail called Darlin' Clementine (gin, Malibu rum, something apple, and a splash of OJ)
43 Days to Goal!
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