Yeah, I know. I got a little ranty, yesterday. Is “ranty” a word? Well, it is now. It is now a word, and it is a word that well describes my mood from yesterday. “Frustrated” would be another good word, but “ranty” works. I think I’m over it now, though. Why? A couple of reasons.
First reason: my amazing wife, who reminded me once again (because I really need the reminding right now) that this is a process, not a race. And that there’s no shame in being busy, and in “only” maintaining a 115 pound weight loss. Because there’s no “only” about that. Also, she reminded me that she loves me no matter what weight I’m at, and that made me all happy and damnit I’m not getting a little teary! It’s just some… some grit! Yeah, that’s it! Grit!
Seriously, though, she’s an amazing woman.
Second reason: I believe I mentioned a couple of months back that I’m in a competition of sorts with a friend of mine. He doesn’t have as far to go, but we support each other in an adversarially-friendly way that actually works pretty well and that only doesn’t end in blood because we are good friends. Well, he texted me after reading my post and let me know he’s having a little bit of a struggle as well. And that was nice. Not that he’s having trouble, mind, but that he took the time to remind me that I’m not the only one having trouble.
I’ve got great family and friends, and they’re a huge chunk of why I’m still trying. Damn, but I’m a lucky man.