As you may or may not know, I’ve been shedding pounds like snake skin since last April. It had a little to do with improving self-confidence, especially around quiet bookish girls, and I’ve kept at it. I lost 25 pounds pretty quickly (in 12 weeks), and eked my way to 30 lbs by Labor Day, but it’s been slow going since. I’ve even lost another 6-7-8 pounds, depending on the day. That means as much as 38 lbs total since April (today is a fat day, so it might only be 36 lbs right now). I’ve hit a wall, though. I can’t quite break the 40 pound barrier. Inspirations and motivations have waned steadily the last few months and that might have contributed to my stagnation. Also, my front lawn has become tundra and I seem to have rediscovered sugar (mostly chocolate).
Being a few pounds shy of 40 pounds for 2-3 months is a bummer, but I did well not fattening up for the holidays. In fact, when I was in CA visiting family for Christmas, I went on several walks in my grandparents’ neighborhood. This, of course, was a necessary therapy that kept me from madness around certain relations, but it also kept me from becoming the Christmas goose. In fact, I weighed in thinner than both my brothers for the first time in forever which is pretty awesome. Now that my birthday is next week, Groundhog Day, even, I feel it’s my duty to force the issue and finally reach the mythical 40 pounds by my birthday, even if I have to starve myself that last 36 hrs. I’m pretty sure I could do it. It’s 3-4 pounds in about 7 days, so it’ll be close, but I’ve done it before. It would be a cool birthday present.
Hitting those round marks is great. 20 pounds. 25. 30. 35. By April Fools I’d like to hit 50 pounds. Heck, why not by St. Patrick’s Day? Oh, the dream of thinness lives on. Getting those good abs back by summer would be swell. From there, who knows. Maybe Gandhi-chic.
The secret word is bear.
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