I must confess, Three Chicks, I've faltered. These past few days I've binged on junk, and for it I show a backwards slide in weight. My confidence dropped to the lowest it's been since I started back in March. My courage nearly gave out, I nearly considered just going for broke and getting that burger, that pizza, that ice cream.
But my dear, dear friend saved me.
One of my biggest goals for this weightloss plan is to be thin enough to wear costumes to conventions again. I'd told my friend earlier this month that, no matter what, I would wear that target outfit again, come the convention this fall. He got more excited for me than I was. Since then, he's been talking about it nonstop with boundless enthusiasm. He's carving me a wooden prop, he's hunting for a seamstress, he wants to take me shopping for chaps.
Yesterday was the lowest point in my binge madness, and I was near breaking off the diet completely. But he, unaware of this, called up and chattered into my ear about all his big plans for my costume. And suddenly, I realized how much it meant to HIM that it meant so much to ME. I started crying as I listened. And now I'm back, with as much determination as ever. I am GOING to lose weight before the convention, darn it! I want those chaps!
I wish everyone had a friend so wonderful. 'Course, I'm never telling him that.
Sounds totally fun! Chaps so make the butt uber fine looking
I need to have a good reason to buy me a pair.
