The Day of Reckoning

Last night during training, in the middle of my huffing and puffing, Ben asked if things were still going well with the eating/working out.  The answer is, not so much, especially with the recent trip down south.  Sonic and all that.  But I was all:
Yep---great---ok.

Then he said good, because next Monday I'll weigh in to see how much progress I've made. 

Gulp.

I'm not sure what he said after that because, in my panic, I stopped listening.

According to my goal (why, oh why did I set a goal????), I should have lost 4 pounds by next week.

I said, yep---sounds---good.  And then went to my happy place:

So now I'm wondering how much weight it would be possible to lose in the next 5 days.  Or, alternately, how much muscle I could possibly gain...?  Wish me luck!

Interesting quote I came across last night:

"We use material substances - food and money - as a path to being unruffled.  Openhearted.  Peaceful.  To contacting that which doesn't get destroyed during periods of loss or gain.  Because in the end, we have to let go of it all: the money, the thin thighs, the houses, the clothes.  And all we are left with is our minds and our ability to live in and with ourselves.  Karlfried Graf von Durckheim wrote that 'only to the extent that a person exposes herself over and over again to annihilation, can that which is indestructible be found.'  It seems that nothing real ever dies.  This is a good thing."

{from Lost and Found, by Geneen Roth}