Plan D Day 50

O boy. We’re past the 1/2 way mark for the 99 day long Plan D. If I want to reduce my embarrassment, I have to get a move on.

I ask you. I lost a step counter. Somewhere yesterday between writing the number down and getting to work it vanished. “Borrowers took it” my mother used to say about mysterious disappearances. Of course, I had another one in my desk at work.

Today I weigh-in. I promise not to cry, barf or fart (much) before, during or after the process. Today I will bring the outfit I wore with my first photo back in March with my first trainer.

I am entering a contest at the gym for “success stories”. In my case, it’s more of a “success eventually story” but it would be nice if I win time on my gym membership or something.

The need for rest in the face of an increase of obligations between now and Christmas has increased. I’m going to burn something out if I don’t start going to bed earlier.