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[jianantonic]

Not to be a bratty drama queen, but I had a horrible morning. I didn't sleep well thanks to a stress attack in the middle of the night, and I had a lot of trouble at the gym this morning. I pushed myself hard, but I was disappointed in what I was able to do. But things are looking up. I weighed myself for the first time in over a week (I'd gone up 3 pounds last time I weighed in and was nervous) and I'm down about 4 pounds lower even than I'd hoped to be. I think by summer, I'll have met my goal. When that time comes, I might actually be comfortable giving the actual numbers on this journey. Let's just say that the goal is 50 pounds lower than my highest ever weight (fall 2005), and I've got 14 pounds to go. My doctor warned me when I started my weight loss journey that it's probably not realistic to hope to reach my 18-year-old weight, but I'm at my 19-year-old weight now, so I'm embracing optimism.

Having had a rough few days, I know I'm on thin ice with my good mood, so I took a page out of virgopoet's book and spent a little extra time on myself this morning. I straightened my hair and put on some of my favorite jewelry and cleaned up around my place. So far so good. I'm feeling pretty good and I hope it continues through bridge this evening. Speaking of which, time to go over some convention card notes from Kevin and write down the directions.

Peace.

Comments

[flamingophoenix.livejournal.com]

Whatever you do, don't return to your 13-year-old weight. Aaaah!

But the pictures you posted a while ago definitely looked great!

See you at DI!

p.s. Also I dressed up for work Friday and it was a lot of fun. I think most of what I hate about dressing up is that so often, I'm forced to do it. Ick to that.