Fall down 7 times, get up 8

I’m almost ashamed to admit it but once again, I am working on losing weight.

Yes, I’ve tried before.

Yes, I’ve failed.

Many times, actually.

But you know what they say. . .

Fall down 7 times, get up 8.

So I’m getting up again and getting ready to work on it.


It’s made worse, of course, by the fact that my failures are so spectacularly catalogued by this website.

But I figure if I can admit to having a crush on a man I nicknamed “Coke Can Dan” then I can admit to something as personal as weight loss struggles.

This time around I’m trying Noom, a sort of guided weight loss program that sends me little reminders on my iPhone.

It also hooks me up with a counselor and a group of people trying to lose weight, just like me.

So far it hasn’t irritated the hell out of me, which is a good sign.

I’ve had a few realizations during the 5+ days I’ve been using the Noom app:

  1. I’m going to have to exercise.
  2. I’m going to need a pedometer to track my walking.
  3. I’m going to have to give up booze.

I’m already trying to stack the shelves in my cupboard with healthy alternative to carb-heavy foods like lasagna and cheese bread.

Cottage cheese, fresh fruit, hard boiled eggs, and grilled chicken.

I’ve also purchased meal prep containers so that I can spend a few hours packing my breakfasts and lunches for the week on Sunday evening and not have to think about food the rest of the time.

There’s no guarantee that I’ll be successful this time around, but I do feel like I’m becoming sensitive to the alternative (not making any changes to my diet and exercise routine) and I DON’T LIKE IT.

My long term goal, which might be a little aggressive, is to lose 20 pounds by November 21st.

My short term goal, which may be a little to easy, is to go for a walk tonight before the sun sets.

Hopefully I will achieve both.

Here’s my “BEFORE” photo (photo by Glow Girl taken at Burning Man, August 2018):


I ran into a new problem on the playa.

One I hadn’t experienced in previous years.

What with drinking all that water to stay hydrated, and eating all that salt to keep my electrolytes in balance, I would up retaining a SHIT TON of water.

Yes, it’s true.

By the end of the burn, my feet were so swollen I was wildly uncomfortable sitting and standing.

I’d go to my bed and lay down and elevate my legs.

My sister, a nurse, checked me out after the burn and said that I had “pitting” lasting longer than a minute.

It was AWFUL!

Now, I’m not thrilled that I had this problem and I certainly don’t want to have this problem NEXT year.

And the only way to ensure that is to LOSE WEIGHT.

So far down 7 pounds in one week.

All water, I’m sure.

But I can FINALLY see my ankles again, not KANKLES.

In case you doubt the veracity of what I’m saying, here’s a picture by Tripod (aka Kevin Price) which shows how swollen I got:

There you go.  It’s a bit of a shock, even to me, but progress has already been made and will continue to be made.

I need to go places and do things, not rest in bed with elevated legs!