The darkness is receding, the pounds are scared.
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Seven weeks I’ve been in this tunnel steadily walking towards the light of “anything under 200.” I can dimly see the sides of the tunnel now, the light at the end squeezes my eyes. Pounds have fallen off in the darkness behind me; ten of them. I cannot see them, but I know they lurk…waiting… Waiting to see if they’re really left behind. They hate my bride’s and my morning journeys with our Molly dog as we walk in the sunlight.
They wait in the darkness of my refrigerator hoping to see the light often. They have been longingly looking and lurking behind the “OPEN” sign of our local donut shop. They have only seen my car passing.
Each day of successful Spark tracking is a day closer to “anything”. When I finally get there, the remaining pounds will quit mourning for their lost 17 comrades and happily count their survivors. Then in horror they hear,” Hon, I think I can do 190.”