I wonder if I was too hasty to slide The Expeditions into my photo album of Things That Once Were. They've been at my side for a while now, over 6 years. And when I started The 1st Expedition, I had NO idea that its end would be The 39th. I already miss that ol' graph, dreaming of future days...

Yesterday afternoon I wrote,

My weightloss story ends here—at least of that 336-lb, near 49 BMI, fat guy. He's gone. I've lost 135+ lbs with under 40 remaining to go. I have no cravings; binge-lust has no hold. I have attained my boon. What I received no low-calorie diet could ever give.

The thing is, my weightloss story isn't over yet! Yes, I got down to 182 in 2021, but I do not know what it's like in the modern era to go beneath even that. I guess it's been since 1997? It was way back when I went to see Titanic for a second time by myself at Wolfchase, just for the love story, and left the theater before the ship hits the iceberg.

I've steadily lost weight, but I haven't flexed my maintenance. I gotta write that into my story. And this time around, I haven't had the chance to show how HFC responds to being stalled out. Hasn't happened yet, but I did a rare preview weigh-in the other night (I want that 200) and the official weigh-in may not be a ThunderCats / He-Man kind of day!

And lest I forget, if I don't continue to tell this story, there's a good chance this final countdown to weightloss will perish. And I shouldn't so casually shelve these Expeditions, "How can I show you I'm glad I got to know you?" We regale in tale, don't we? That's common to us before we got too big for our britches in the 20th century.

Fast-forward three months from now; will I find myself here:

"...And wonders what might have been."

What do I do now? The song continues:

It's funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera one closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins

Josh Joplin, Camera One (2001)

Thus, I am bringing everything back, The Expeditions, the Fit page, and even the New Year's Resolutions. I really ought to see those things to the end and see what makes it through the fire:

There's a feeling that I can't ignore
Like a stranger at my door
So revealing that I cannot hide
When you settle up the score
Voices say, night and day
Live your life as if each second
Was the final one
Through the fire
To the wire

Larry Greene, Through the Fire (1986)