Here's another weigh in post written the night before I weigh in. I don't have time on Monday mornings, people!
***ETA: The scale says I am down 3 pounds this week. I am not sure I believe that. But I weighed myself four or five times and each time I was down three pounds. Usually my scale is annoyingly all over the map and I go with the highest (or almost highest) number just to be safe. But you know what? I'LL TAKE IT. WHEE!***
Even though I think I did well this week (although we'll see, you know how on the Biggest Loser people are all "I'm SURE I've lost 20 pounds this week" and then they weigh in and they've only lost eight and there is High Drama and tears and hugging and obnoxious platitudes of encouragement bursting forth from the team? Yeah, that could totally be me.) I'm feeling a little... meh. I need a goal. A short term goal. I've got my ultimate Hot By Thirty goal, but I'll get bored/complacent without a short term goal, so here is mine: I want to fit into a particular skirt by December 5.
I know. What kind of stupid goal is that?
Okay, so, December 5 is Figgy Pudding night in Seattle. Except for the year I flew back to the states the day before Figgy Pudding night, I've either attended or SUNG at Figgy Pudding for the last 800 years. It's awesome. It's a blast. It's one of my favorite Christmastime things to do. And you know what makes it more fun? If you are dressed up all cute-like. Really! It's downtown, it's dark out, the lights are on the trees, there are a zillion people in the streets, and if you are like me you head to a swanky hotel lounge afterwards for a cocktail. Why not wear a skirt and the boots you paid four frillion dollars for back when that skirt still fit you?
Althoooough, I can fit into the skirt. I have actually even worn the skirt in public. I just haven't worn it WELL. It doesn't fit the way it used to, shall we say. I'd like it if the waistband weren't so conducive to muffin topishness. I bought this skirt as a reward during my first go round with weight loss. I'd dropped one size and decided I owed myself something cute. I have dropped into that size again, but only barely.
Okay, now that I've written all that it IS a dumb goal, huh? Whatever. THAT'S MY GOAL. To wear that stupid skirt without sucking my stomach in all night. I figure that's 3 or 4 pounds from where I am now. And after that? We'll work on dropping into the NEXT size, which is the size I was before having babies.
(We shall not talk about shirt sizes, however, as there is absolutely nothing to be done about THAT until Molly announces she prefers formula. LONG PITIFUL SIGH.)
What is YOUR short term goal?