(Day 205 / -108 lbs.) Minus 108 and Feelin' Great!

I'm feeling like throwing some prose; so here it goes...

Roses are red
Violets are blue.
The scale has been kind
And... what- geez! I'm no poet. I can barely complete a cohesive sentence. I swear, sometimes I think I can do anything I decide to do- just because I decide to do it. How nuts is that?

I mean really, what was I thinking when I decided I was going to lose 150 pounds before my next birthday? Certainly that was a ridiculous thing to set out to do. What if I fail? Why should I even try? Besides, I'm OK with how I look and feel and losing weight is soooo hard!

Pretty self-defeating attitude, huh? An attitude like that practically guarantees failure or at best, stagnancy.

Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're probably right.

Will I lose all the weight I've set out to lose? Yes. Absolutely. I will because I know that with enough effort and tenacity I can accomplish any worthy goal. Losing this weight is a worthy goal.

This weight I'll lose,
I know I will.
And I'll do it
Without program or pill.
One hundred fifty pounds,
A worthy goal.
And steady loss
Through self-control
Is all I need
To see it through.
Arrive in June
A thinner me.
A fitter man
For all to see.
Steve four-point-six
Is losing weight.
Becoming a fitter, stronger,
Version four-point-er-uh-seven.

OK, OK. I never made becoming a poet one of my goals. I'm focusing on the weight loss thing.