One pound a week.
It’s a common weight-loss goal thought by experts to be reasonable. By that reckoning, I should have lost 780 pounds in the 15 years I tried to lose weight. But I didn’t. Instead, I lost a paltry 25 — an inglorious rate of a half-ounce per week.
Or that would’ve been the rate, had I used the entire 15 years to shed those 25 pounds. But that’s not how it happened. I couldn’t lose them, I couldn’t lose them, I couldn’t lose them. And then, suddenly, I could. What flipped the switch wasn’t a diet or an exercise plan. It was a book contract. Because the day I signed it, I quit my job.
Working from home, I’d be out of reach of the doughnuts in the conference room or the jar of mini Snickers on my colleague’s desk. I figured that might make it easier to lose weight. And it did.
