On the eve of my seven-week weigh-in, I’ve decided it’s high time I bite the bullet and do something I should have done way back when. Set a goal.

Up until now, I have not done that. I mean aside from the obvious — lose weight.

Even on my intake forms for Scottsdale Weight Loss Center, I left the questions about desired weight and OK weight blank.

The problem you cannot measure blank. Concrete goals are an important part of any endeavor, but I have yet to make any.

Sure, I’ve been tracking my progress every week. But tracking does not mean much unless you know where you’re going.

I don’t have a destination yet, but I need a few points to celebrate along the way. Defined points. A SMART goal.

With that in mind, I think I’ve come up with a good one. I’ve been kicking it around in my head for a week or so and it feels right.

Happy Birthday (to me)At the end of September, I will be the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. (And if you do not know what that is, I’m not sure we can be friends. For those of you who are more sports-oriented than literary or sci-fi-ish, think Pat Tillman when he played for Arizona State University. If neither one of those major clues brings a specific number to mind, I can’t help you.)

So, here is my goal.

I want to lose that number of pounds by that birthday.

I’m more than halfway there, but I’ve hit the point where things tend to slow down a bit. Much to my dismay. My head know this is perfectly normal and that I’m still going strong on a great track. But IVE, naturally, disagrees. Bitch!

As of tomorrow, I have 12 weeks to get the rest of the way to my new goal. Considering what I’ve managed in the first six — almost seven — weeks. This should be doable. Right?

Bonus points for getting there early.

Only one question remains. How shall I celebrate the milestone?

Suggestions welcome. (But only if you know what the goal is.)