I’m three and a half months into my “thinner child” project. (Actually two and a half months if you write off the shitty month that was February.) I am about half way to where I want to be. I made a good bit of progress early on, but recently it’s slowed to a crawl. That’s had me doing an assessment of where I am and how I’m going to get this project wrapped up.
In the beginning it was fun. I spread the Sherpa’s blueprint across the table, going over it in detail and imaging in my mind what the end result would be like. I totally got into choosing food options and fitness goals like they were high-end fixtures and finishes. I dreamed about the possibilities and took some important first steps. But now it’s time for the next phase of the work to start, the dirty, messy, inconvenient stuff that has to happen for me to see this through.
Last week the Sherpa put on a hard hat and called in a structural engineer to get me over my lingering injuries. Next on his list: knocking down some walls and doing a bit of rewiring on my habits. These are things that have to be done in order for my project to wrap up. But I won’t lie. I’m not looking forward to them.
Honestly, I think I’d just move if that was an option.