... I hate the number 179

179 is a maddening number. It is the number of customer statements that had to be prepared and mailed this week....two days before Thanksgiving. Happy Holidays.
179 is a numeric denial code from Medicare, indicating that the time I spend working said denial will be especially infuriating.
But most maddening, it is the number that continues to elude me on the scale. In a previous post, I mentioned I have lost and gained the same 5 pounds over the last 6 (now 7) months. It is the 5 pounds between 180 and 185. I have teetered all the way up to 185.6, and as recently as this morning, all the way down to 180.8. Over the last few days, I have worked hard to break that barrier before Thanksgiving. I have watched my carb, as well as my calorie intake. I have downed water like a drought victim. I have run to burn extra calories. But alas, 179 continues to elude me. It taunts from the other side of 180. It waves at me and points and laughs like a devilish little elf, knowing I can't reach it. Just wait, 179, your time is coming. When I finally get to you, you and I may do a little dance (... make a little love...). I confess hate the number 179....but I can focus on nothing else until I reach it.

This is what that devilish little elf looks like....