The runaway freight train called my waist size

The nachos, salsa, cheese dip and a cold pepsi are calling me. The other day I was at church, getting some things ready for our up and coming Missions Conference. While the paint was drying, I looked at some photo albums that were done up for the churches anniversary. I ran across some old photos of me and I hardly recognized that skinny runt of a man.
We are back on the soup again. Last time we only made it a week and didn't only fall off the wagon, we took a running start and jumped off. So now we are not going to stick to it real strict, but are going to allow ourselves some decent food as well. This of course does not include nachos and pepsi. Nor does it include other kind of junk. So we will cut out the crap and still eat a bit of decent food. And maybe by the summer I will once again fit that speedo swimsuit that I have been saving. I can almost see myself,,,,,, all fit and tanned showing off my six pack, walking down the beach. Instead of white and fat, laying on the beach waiting for some green peace animal lover to come along and try to save my life by pushing me back into the water. Okay maybe the part with the speedo and tanned thing may never happen again, but sometimes I get afraid about the whale image. I watched a program the other day about a guy who weighed about 500 lbs, went on a diet, lost about 340 lbs, did all kinds of speaking tours and was the envy of all. Forget how long it lasted but he got back up to 700 lbs. He ate 2 dozen hot dogs for lunch or maybe 15 or 16 pork chops. He lost some weight but was still around 400 pounds when they did the tv program. I am a long way from that, but without some serious work on my part, this expanse around my middle is just going to keep growing.
Margaret, you inspired me. If you can go on a diet and lose a swack of weight, I believe I can as well. So here's to celery, carrot sticks, low fat cheese....yech!