Day 100

100. How's that for a round number? I guess you could also call it a square number, but that's beside the point.

I've been at this for 100 days now. I've lost almost 60 pounds and I'm still losing. I have a long way to go, but I'm at least past the halfway marker.

I wish I had started this a long time ago, but I guess that now is as good a time as any to start over in the wardrobe department. With the move coming up getting rid of unused things is the main plan.

At least we know we'll be in Virginia for a while, so we can take our time getting acclimated and set up.

I got all of our en route hotel reservations taken care of. It definitely feels real when you're giving a reservation clerk your address and you have to stop and correct yourself to give them your new one for correspondence purposes.

I'm sure it will feel real when we drive out from under our car port for the last time. Or maybe when the little guy asks, in his Asperger robot voice, "Are we going to a new city?"

Or when we get the keys to our new apartment.

Yeah, OK, it feels real now.

Day 100: 5.8 miles in 100 minutes.