Jack of Harts

Sometimes you hit a goal quicker than you expect. I was shooting to get under two sixty by the State Fair. I weighted in at 259.4 last night. First time I’ve seen under two sixty in a decade I think. I would have to look at my old weighing booklet, but I appear to have misplaced it in my last move. Now I just have to hold onto that weight loss. The tides of weight loss are ever rising and falling, but I have a plan and I’m sticking to it. I finally saw it, and I’m not going to let it get away from me now.

Of course this means I need a new target. Two fifty, I’m looking at you.