Day 43

The scale must be lying. If it isn't I'm averaging 5 pounds per week of weight loss. At this rate I could reach my target weight in 5 months! If it is lying, however, I guess I'm going to need a new scale.

The mirror may also be lying. It's something I have to keep in consideration. I just can't see that I've already lost over 30 pounds. I'm still intolerably rotund and looking at myself in the mirror has not become any less of a horror-inspiring event than before.

I guess there may also be a third possibility: I might be lying to myself.

On one hand I could be completely deceiving myself into thinking that I hadn't gotten as huge as I actually was, which could explain the mirror's abrasive disposition and the fact that despite the significant number of pounds lost indicated on the scale, it only serve to show how much further i really have to go.

On the other hand I could just be fibbing about how much success I've actually had so far and should probably consider a little bit of self-congratulation.

Either way, had I been Catholic I might need to sneak into the confessional at my local parish and get some of this off of my chest.

But I'm not Catholic. In the Protestant evangelical world I grew up in, lying to yourself is not actually considered a sin. On the contrary, it appears to be the widely accepted norm.

Ooh, I went there.

Day 43: 5 miles in 100 minutes.

Still going slowly for now. My right knee thanks me.