Time flies when you're having fun.  Or not.  This is part three of my weight loss journey back to a size 10. 

Last month, I reported gaining three pounds but this month, I am happy to report that I have lost two pounds, which makes me only one pound heavier than when I started this die with a T  two months ago.  I call this "maintenance."  And everyone says maintenance is the hardest part!

Summer is here, the season when I imagined myself frolicking at the coast with my new two-piece. As I walk along the sea edge, my jiggles jag as I attempt to blend in with nature—amongst the creatures of the sea and rebel against the mental harpoons of sand dwellers, otherwise known as people.

Yes, yes, yes… in my self deprecation, I think of the famous bumper stickers "Save the Whales." But who doesn't love the majestic mammals of the sea with their lovely backsides splashing in the water?

All I can say is thank God I am not a celebrity where my dimples are splashed on the cover of the Enquirer for all to guess whom they belong to.

Truth is, I'm motivated again.  In fact, on my way to pick up a schedule at Weight Watchers, I dropped in to Subway to order the Italian Sub on Italian bread. It's not Monday, so I haven't "officially" started my new regimen – and I'm sure Jared, "the subway guy" understands. 

I went to Subway after I satisfied my new addiction to Starbucks Iced Chais, replacing my previous Pepsi habit. I had also just walked more than three miles and completed a set of push-ups.  

Then there was my two-mile roundtrip hike last Sunday... when I perused the donut shop. Does that count? What can I say?  I'm thinkin' it was an even swap of calories in and calories expended.

I appreciate when my friends don't make remarks when I order in a restaurant without asking for the low-fat special. 

But there is no getting away from those pesky ads on Facebook. They seem to know about my weight loss struggle too: The Miracle 28-Day Cleanse, Plastic Surgery Specialists, and Finding the Spark an ad for "finding that profoundly ok'edness inside yourself."  But it was the advertisement for Botox at $10 a unit, that was the last straw. I clicked the "x" at the top right saying a final adios to my virtual ad friends.

Doing the best I can on any given day is the challenge of this weight-loss journey. I'm realizing that I just don't want to work that hard.

I just wanna be loved.  All of me.  Inside this fleshy, imperfect body that keeps me going from point A to point B is a heart filled with love for children, friends, and family.  A great heart, I might add, if I don't say so myself. 

And I seriously thank God that when I'm in front of those eyes in the third grade classroom, these children do look beyond the façade of what we have come to equate with the definition of beauty.

And I realize there is really not much difference between an eight-year-old and an eighty-year-old, except life experience.  We all just want to be met, eye-to-eye, and be accepted and loved for exactly who we are. Yet, it still doesn't prevent me from striving to be the best, healthy self I can be.

I am still aiming to be a "10" someday.  So, my first official "Weight Watchers" meeting is first thing in the morning, at 9 a.m.  I'll let you know how it goes next month!