Ok, I'll go first.
The last part of April and pretty much the entire month of May were a washout. Seems like about ever 20 pounds or 4 months or so, I totally lose it. The last time I did this was last year, and it took me 4 MORE months just to get back on track. If I do NOT want to make my goals for this year, fine. But if I DO, then I'd better get my rear in gear. As the title of our thread suggests.

Ok .. goals for June.
Calories - 1200 - 1400 per day as they have been. Need to get back on track with fitday.com and be consistent. Last month was a wash.
Water - 6 bottles or large glasses per day.
Sleep - In bed by 9:30, up by 4:45.
Cardio - 30 minutes on the treadmill 3 times a week. I'm going to be following coolrunning.com's couch potato to 5K. Go me.
Pilates - 3 times a week.
Weights - UB Shoulders/Back, UB Arms, LB - three way split. Yes. That means 3 times a week. I am serious about this, right?
Riding - Have fun.
Scale Victory - This is going to be a **** month. Not only do I want to lose the weight I've gained (lets not go there) but I want to move forward. I was at 172. Last month I should have lost another 5 pounds, that would have put me at 167. So by 06/30/04, I want to weigh 162. I don't know if that's possible, but by God I'm going to give it a try.
Stealth Goal - See above.
NEW CATEGORY!

NSV - I want, by the end of this month, to THROW these damn clown pants in the garbage and NEVER allow myself to creep up enough to have to wear them again! Argh. I want to be firmly into my smaller jeans, period. I do not want them to be too tight to wear on my "feeling fat" days. So there.
Like I said above, this year is almost half over. If I want to reach my goal weight by the end of the year, I had better get hoofing.
Part of my complacency problem is my body image thing. I had actually gotten to the point where I saw myself as fat. I was painfully aware of how I looked. All the time. I no longer had that self delusion that I was 40 pounds lighter than I actually was. I think that's one of the reasons I was so depressed all the time. Now, when I see myself in the mirror, I have to look twice. Because not only have I lost fat, but I am reshaping my body. In the past when I lost weight, I did it all wrong. I stopped eating, and the only exercise I would get would be aerobic. So I never really built muscle, as a matter of fact, I would lose it. So yeah, the numbers on the scale would go down, but I wouldn't really change my appearance. I just ended up being a slightly smaller version of my fat little self. Odd how that works. THIS time, however, between the running, riding, pilates and weights, my whole body is being reshaped, redefined, reinvented. I have collarbones. I have muscle definition in my arms and legs. My face has thinned, my jawline is obvious. I can see my delts and traps. I have a waistline. I hardly recognize me, because I have never looked like this in my life. Even waaay back when I was powerlifting, I had fat covering the muscle, and couldn't see the definition. It has been a true combination of the right food, hydration, and lifting AND aerobics AND core exercise that has created this change. Problem? I look in the mirror and I get so hyped that I've done so much that it feels like I can slack off. I look so good (relatively speaking, of course) that it doesn't seem like I need to work as hard as I have been. This has become "good enough." But it's NOT, dammit. It's NOT good enough. I don't WANT to stop here. So why am I? Why am I so tickled with my body being so different that it has become "good enough?" I don't want just "good enough." I want better. I want BEST. And the really scary part is - now I know I can do it. There is nothing stopping me. I know how to eat, I know how to work out, I know how to do this now. So why have I let "good enough" become a stopping point? When did mediocrity become acceptable? Obviously it isn't, not really. Or I wouldn't be sitting here gritting my teeth and feeling like I need a swift whack upside the head with a ball bat. But I let what was really important fade into the background for the immediate gratification moments. And you know... I'm not all that sorry I did. I'm learning there have to be those spontaneous silly fun times - especially with kids. The telling myself and my daughter I cannot afford, financially or physically, a smoothie, but then swerving across three lanes (no traffic, thank goodness

) to dive into Bruster's to get one for everyone in the family on the way home anyway. Or .. renting all these movies we've been dying to see and watching them all in a row till our eyes felt like they were going to fall out of our heads and enjoying popcorn (it was the 94% fat free kind!) and rootbeer (diet ICB) while we were rooted to the TV. Just .. moments in time. But that is not my ROUTINE, and that is what I have to remember. So.
Back to the routine.
This is where things really start to change. What follows is mental rambling. I do not mean to offend anyone by it, try to remember I've been there. It is obvious to me that we as a society (and I am not exempt, sadly) categorize people by weight. There are the very heavy people. Those who are beyond morbidly obese. I was in this category right after I had Machine. Where people will stare at you, laugh, make horrible comments. Then there are the ones who have a LOT to lose, but they aren't quite in the "omg" category. That's where I have been for so long. Those are the ones who are largely "invisible." Not so fat that people see you, not slender enough to be seen either. That's where my daughter was, too. Then the next stage down. Overweight, but people see you. Not so fat that people can ignore you anymore. Average. Acceptably plump. That's about where my daughter and I are now. Then.. you start moving into the world of .. what? Normal? Considering how many people in this country are overweight, I wouldn't consider being at your optimal weight and physically fit "normal." Societally not just acceptable, but favored. Preferred. And if there is anyone out there who thinks that overweight people are not treated differently than physically fit people, they need a reality check. And so... this is where the big changes start. Going from marginally acceptable, societally tolerable, to that new area of preferred. I have only been in that segment of society physically twice in my life. Both times were psychologically disastrous for me because I had no idea how to handle it. People treated me so differently. I didn't understand, I couldn't cope. And perhaps that is why this "good enough" stage seems comfortable. I am pushing the envelope of the mental side of the weight loss. No excuse. What I have to really get a handle on is that getting physically fit, losing the fat, is MORE important than it is scary. It is scary. It creates a huge amount of anxiety, more now than ever because I do realize I really can do this. But what do I want? To accept mediocrity and tolerability? Or do I strive for the best? Mentally, I have handled a lot in my life. It's time for me to handle this. I can, and I will.
Well. Alrighty then... how about everyone else? Goals? Fears? Stumbling blocks? Happy JUNE!!