Rolf Danner

With seven weeks left to go until the big day and seven pounds left on the bathroom scale, serious measures are called for this week. Yes, there has been a lot of progress but I’m not ready yet to say: “Close enough.” I could settle for 175 and, with some justification, claim that it was a 20-pound drop. Compared to the (documented) number in February, that’s true. However, I did set out for a different goal. Back in April I said I would get to 170 by October 25 and the goal still stands.

So how serious am I going to be? Well, for now I’ll add a weight routine to my weekly workout. That adds up to one yoga class, one hike and one weight lifting routine per week. I know that even with that I’m still far from becoming a gym-bunny, but hey I’ve started from no exercise at all. So please keep your fingers crossed and wish me the best of motivation.

Even more motivation comes from the tuxedos that are now hanging in the closet. They turned out to be a real find and should fit just fine. If I do lose the remaining seven pounds, and the associated inch around the middle, I might even be able to sit down with the pants buttoned up. With all my talk and writing about losing weight to look good, I might have infected Jeff along the way. Yesterday he suddenly declared that he too would like to drop five pounds. I predict that during the last week before the wedding we will split a carrot stick, call it a really nice dinner and feel guilty like hell for stuffing ourselves.