Yes and No

Officially? Yes, I am in Onederland. On Friday, for the first time, I passed the “eight days in a row” test. On that day I also hit a new low on this particular adventure: 197.5. Today, two days later, I’m up to 199, but that’s still below 200.0000. So count that ten days in a row.

So why the “no”? Well, it’s because I now have a new definition of Onederland. Back when I was 224 (or 229, or even 239—y’all missed those days) it was easy for me to think that “arriving” simply meant having the number start with one. That’s when I implemented the eight day rule. It certainly seemed reasonable that if I didn’t pop back into the 200s right away, then I’d arrived. What I didn’t count on was the “fear factor.” Sure, I might have weighed 197.5 on Friday, but I’ve gained 3 or 4 pounds overnight before. Not one of these past ten days has gone by without that thought in my head.

My new definition is, “when I’m comfortably in Onederland.” As you can see, that’s a bit of a fuzzy definition. It’s at that point where I feel like every last bit of danger has passed. I will grant you, this sounds like it could go on forever. Somewhat akin to when a person says he’s quit smoking. You don’t know if that statement is true or not until decades later when he dies and you can verify that he indeed did quit.

I won’t wait that long to make my declaration. But I’d still like to give it another week or two. For now, here’s last week’s graph. Hmmm… maybe when the entire graph is blank for a week is when I’ll “call it.” Whatcha think?

The “bad” news is, as you can see, I gained a half pound over the week. The week before had a net change of zero, so I’ve effectively lost nothing for two weeks. But heck, I’m down twenty-five and I will not complain about it. In fact, I may just celebrate.

Who wants to join me at Long John Silver’s and see which one of us can eat forty chicken planks in an hour? (Answer: it’s me!)