49 Days

49 days
7 weeks
and, inevitably, 15 pounds...

Why is it always 15.

10 seems too 'easy'
20 is too many
15 takes me to a good number without seeming impossible.
Yet, damnit, it usually is.

And why now? Summer is almost over.
My one last day at the beach is with people I'm not attracted too.
Well, Cousin #2 is still pretty hot. Baby #2 finally put some curve to her hips and her smile is cute. 
Her older sister, Cousin #1, has gone to hell, but, you know, for old time's sake.

I want to run faster, and it feels like I'm running heavy these days.
I want my blue suit to fit a bit better, just 'cause I look best in it.
I want my face to look thinner on cam chats, and I don't want to have to suck-in when I pan down. :-)

I want my neck to be slimmer in pictures.

Looking at my vacation pictures I realize I'm not fat, but I feel like I am, and so I just need to do something about it.

I promise not to bore you with the details or post pictures of the food i should or shouldn't be eating.

I won't give daily, or even weekly updates, I won't bitch or moan about being hungry. But today, on the 1st of 49 days, it's on my mind.