That's it! This year has been rotten! I feel like I've been starving since January, and literally, have lost zero pounds. A couple of weeks ago, I just gave up. It seems like no matter what I do, following points, or tracking calories, spending hours on the treadmill, nothing works. So I ate what I wanted, when I wanted and didn't care.
But the truth is, I care. I hate the way my body looks and feels right now. I'm miserable only wearing my fat jeans, and feeling like I need to wear spanx to hide my jiggly belly when I go out in public.
Back when I was in high school, running on the track team and weighing in at 105, I told myself I'd never get above 120. That seemed like such a huge amount, and I set that goal knowing that I'd never get there! Even if I ate cheesecake all day long! Aahh, the dreams of youth. Reality, and three babies have brought me to 134 today.
So there's the big fat truth. I need to lose 14 pounds to meet my 10 year old goal. But for this challenge, my goal will be to lose 8 pounds. That's a little over half of the total weight I need to lose, and I know I can do it.