23. These are the first two numbers I would like to see on the scale very soon. I don’t even care what the third number is, or the number after the decimal. All I want is a two, followed by a three.
I have been stuck in the 240s for what feels like eons. I finally broke into the low 240s on my short-lived experience with MyFitFoods, and the weight has stayed off. But, I’m ready for a new 10-pound range. For reals.
So, I’ve been mindful (somewhat). Ugh, I know, “somewhat.” I have been, um, 90% good and 10% bad. That aint bad, right? I mindlessly had a candy bar. Well, I knew what I was doing at the time, but when i came across the wrapper in my purse, I thought “when in the world did I last have a Twix?”
“Um, two days ago. You bought it at Home Depot.”
STILL, 23. I’m like 241 and change right now and I cannot wait to see that little 3 peek at me from between my toes. It may not happen for my Friday update, but I’m really, really hoping for it by next week. I have been working out like a fiend (well, with unexpected time from work off, that is). And, I’ve been eating less; I’m sure of it. With the financial cuts to my budget, I’ve been very careful to plow through my cupboard, and only buy things at the store that supplement that (for instance, my cupboard has uncooked pasta, so buying the stuff for sauce, and by “stuff,” I mean a jar of sauce, is allowed). I can also get fruits, veggies and milk. Instead of the $1 per day Greek yogurt, I’m now having regular stuff to appease that sweet tooth I get around 8pm. And, I’m finally eating the jello I bought I don’t know how long ago (well, I do, but I don’t wanna say!).
And by the way, cupboard is a weird word. I may only be saying so because I didn’t know how to spell it until just now, and therefore may be biased.
Two thirties. I recall being exactly 230 lbs the day I moved to Los Angeles in September 2005. I lost a bunch of weight while in LA (South Beach), but I remember seeing that number and being shocked. SHOCKED. at how much I weighed. By the time I left, I was closer to 210, but then quickly entered a relationship that ended badly, and with a 40 (yes 40) pound gain that I’m still trying to lose 6 years later.
I have post-its up at the office, and intentions to put up little messages around my apartment to encourage me. I chant in my head every five minutes “two-three-oh, two-three-oh” (ok, this part is a lie).
In my head, 230s mean that I’m past the 240s (duh), but on my way to the 220s, and I think size 16. I’ll have to think long and hard about the last time I was a size 16. Hrm…..
Send prayers or good vibes or whatever you belief system does my way, if you don’t mind. I would greatly appreciate it!