I felt the need to post, as I woke up this morning re-motivated. I was in that half-asleep sort of getting ready to wake up mode, when random thoughts seem to drift through my brain. One of the thoughts I had was "you are nine pounds from your fattest and it's showing." Boy, is it ever! My skirts are tight across my butt again...I keep popping the button on my favorite khaki pants...****, I'm even knocking my (__|__) into desks again. Who needs this s@!*? Certainly not me.
Even if I will never again be a size 8, I could certainly be a size 12. Even if I will never again see 132, 150 is not unreachable. Besides, my track record is against me if I continue down this path. I lose weight, only to gain back more than I started with. It's gotta stop somewhere. 242.5 is my threshold. I can't weigh that ever again.
So, I got on the scale this morning to a pleasant surprise. I'm at 229...I think I lost some water weight because the bloat of PMS is starting to wind down. I'll take it. Now I just need to do it. Just do it.