Thirteen! Unlucky for some! I weighed in at 89.1 kilos today, which means I have recovered from most of that ungodly 3.5kg "gain" fromlast week but I am still 0.4 above my lowest weight. I was perusing the calendar today and realised it’s been two months since I hit that lowest weight. Sure there was that whole wedding and sampling the delights of the American Buffet thing, but I think it’s high time I saw some significant losses again. I’ve been on track this past week but I need to remember that just coz it’s Weigh In Wednesday, I don’t have licence to eat like a pork once I’ve hit the scales. Because the slackness invariably lasts til the weekend.
I’ve got 24 weeks until we go to Australia. Eek! That’s 24 weeks in which I could continue fartarsing around OR 24 weeks in which I could blast away a significant amount of lard. So this week I have been trying to remember my goals, to stop and think before I eat! I wrote a wee list of REASONS on a Post-It and stuck it beside the mirror so it’s the first thing I see every morning. The Post-It fell off two hours later but I have managed to look at this list from where it landed on the floor every morning since. And the reasons?
- Finish the Five Year Plan!
- Oz in October!
- Erin’s Book!
- New Foxy Clothes!
- To feel fit, healthy and attractive!
Ahh the Five Year Plan, remember that? I vowed to be at goal by 15 January 2006, which will mark five years of lardbusting. Cool, I’m still shooting for that. Stalin delivered on time, so can I.
Oz in October is of course the wedding party thingy, where there’s folk who haven’t seen me from anywhere between 2.5 and 5 years, so I want to be dazzling especially because photos are going to be taken by a tops photographer! I am forking out a pretty penny for this so every time I reach for a chocolate I must say, "THINK OF THE PHOTOS!". I want one chin, tops.
Foxy new clothes – Aside from my wedding dress, everything I own slightly saggy and baggy, but not big enough to justify spending dosh. My bras are doing a half-hearted job of holding up the girls, but until the cups totally gape I will just persist. My jeans are seriously baggy in the crotch area – whenever I eat a sandwich I end up with half of it there. It’s like a little feeding trough or something. But until I can get into my jeans WITHOUT needing to unbutton or unzip them, I still have to wear them. This may sound ridiculous but it’s the scheme that’s taken me from size 28 jeans down to the crotch-catching 18s of today without declaring bankruptcy.
As for the last reason, you know it’s mostly about vanity goals, but I do worry about the diabetes that gallops through my Mum’s family. It can’t help to remind myself each day that dropping blubber will help my health.
The idea behind the list is to just keep these motivations fresh in my head. I am someone who responds best to constant badgering and bullying, so why not nag myself into submission? Ha ha ha! Whatever works for ya.