Last Full Measure

I know I've been lax about posting here. But the simple fact is that I post when I have something to say and the Muse has been quiet lately. All of my energy is devoted right now to getting through the rest of this year. Next year (school year) is already heralding some changes and I've got come up with the game plan to meet those challenges.
But for the update, I have lost officially, about 30 lbs. I still have about 10-15 more I would like to lose. Of course, in that same vein, now that I can see the finish line, I find myself slacking. Not finding the time for gym and relaxing a little too much in my diet. Time for a course correction. The fact is that I do not want to be on these drugs for the rest of my life. They are not cheap. So it is a fine time to buckle down and get the rest of the weight off. Maintenance, and the idea of it, scares me a little. I'm worried that once I'm on my own, I'll slide right back down to where I was. It's happened before. And no matter how much I love the fact that it's easier to shop to for clothes, easier to do yoga, easier everything; I'm afraid that I will forget.
But I will figure out how to cross that treacherous bridge when I get there. Right now, I have to think in terms of "Finish Line". I cannot flag or fail or rest, I must give the last full measure of devotion. Though I do not pretend to have served in any sort of armed conflicts; my weight and my life have been my Gettysburg. I was both the Union and the Confederacy. I have looked myself in the eye across the green fields of war and known that it would end here, one way or the other.

I will cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.