Hola WLF Family,
183.8 today--weehee. I have cookie regret right now so hopefully it doesn't screw up my scale too much tomorrow morning.
The roof is leaking--oh joy. It's leaking onto the furnace and other electrical wires so I made John turn off the furnace, it'll be chilly tomorrow morning but better than than a fire. We have cups and cookie tins and a bucket trying to catch it all but I know it's going to fill up in the night---whaddaya gonna do?
I had a few clothing break throughs this week. I fit nicely into my size 14 jeans and they only got tight after I ate dinner--so wahoo! I took out a couple of shirts I wore in Paris---and I was 184 in Paris, so they can go on me but I feel a little lumpy in them. Maybe around 180 they'll look a little better. Found some pants and a skirt that I haven't worn in a LONG time---who knows maybe I won't be wearing yoga pants to work anymore....they're comfy but really, I only wear them because nothing else fits. Well, fit--because they are starting to fit again. I'm starting to think that maybe I can lower my goal weight to 160 for July. 4 more pounds until 180--that would leave April, May, June, and the first week of July to get to 170---I can totally do better than that!
Ya know, the last time I was on this journey I was super focused on getting it all off---but I think I missed the boat on a few major issues. 1st and foremost---even at my lightest, 145.5 I never saw myself as skinny. I was wearing a size 6---a 6!!!!! and it still didn't sink in that I was a skinny minny. I never thought of myself that way. Why? Why was a size 6 not enough to make me realize that I WAS thin? and 2nd...I was 145.5 for about as long as it takes to speak that number out loud. I reached it, said 'that's good enough' and the next day was 146, then 47....until low and behold, back to 198.2. Now yes, I did have some MAJOR mental trauma and depression between 145 and 198, I really cannot discount that. It did play a major factor in things. But I really don't want to go back to being a fatty again. (ok, I'm STILL a fatty now, but I am definately going in the right direction to not be anymore) I guess I'm just trying to work through some mental problems. I can't wait until I can fit back into my favorite blue size 8 A line skirt or my size 10 brown and white polka dotted skirt--or even that size 12 dress that you can see a picture of on around page 90ish of this diary. Skinny clothes, sexy clothes are awesome. I say all this after eating 10 peanut butter girl scout cookies---but what's done is done and tomorrow's another day. I can get to 179 by March 31st and then be 160 something by time I get to Italy. I can do it and this time---I'm going to believe the pictures---I'll be skinny and this time I'll actually be ok with it and recognize it AND stay skinny. Go Me!!!