310.2  Hooray!  Glad the plateau has passed.  But I know more plateaus lie ahead.

I can hardly wait to lose enough--I'm hoping by tomorrow--so the second digit is a zero in my weight.  And then I will be thrilled beyond belief to finally get below 300 so the FIRST digit will be a two!!!

It must be a rare occasion to find anyone who looks forward to such a high weight as a goal in lowering their weight.  And then to be so joyful in the anticipation.

I found myself wanting to apologize to Andrea and Madelyn for seeming not to enjoy what they made for meals!!!  It points out how I learned (probably from childhood) to eat a lot to make others happy, to not insult their cooking.  I'm not blaming my parents, but it has been a habit.  While I might not have apologized directly, I do remember saying to both that I enjoyed the food, but that I was watching my portion size.  What I ate was enough, but I realized that often I have eaten beyond satisfaction to please a host.  I even kind of apologized to a waitress at Famous Dave's for not finishing my soup!  "It's delicious, but I didn't have enough room in my stomach to finish it."

Can you believe?  Apologizing to a complete stranger--one who I will probably never see again, and if we did meet up again, we'd not remember that restaurant visit--for not eating my soup.  AND for not taking the rest of it home!  At least taking leftovers home, it says "I like the food, and I'm not going to insult you and the cooks and the management."

But it doesn't always go like that.  Often I have left food and made no comment.  Well, none to the employees.  I have apologized to Bob for wasting food at restaurants when I leave it uneaten and do not take the leftovers home.

It must have been frustrating to my mother when it came to feeding us kids.  She was born in 1910 and married in 1933, during The Great Depression.  Her family was poor, as were most back when she was a child.  Between her background and the rough financial times when she and Dad started their family, it was great that they were able to care for and feed their family.  We were taught to always "clean our plates."    After all, there were plenty of less fortunate children all over the world who didn't ever have enough to eat.  Membership in the clean plate club was how we showed our appreciation.  But then, two of us girls had weight problems growing up, thus the frustration for Mom.

Someday I might mention other factors I believe added to my seeming determination to remain obese.  But I wonder if that is really even necessary in journaling today's plans and efforts to eat right, exercise, and lose weight.

Going forth with prayer in living today!