I’ve been continuing to read about the surgery that I want to get in the near future. My goal weight is 140, and I was speaking to a friend of mine and he explained to me that they may possibly cut 20+ pounds of skin off of me. Woah. This is all true, and I may be a small pint at the end of all this, but that just makes it even more exciting.
10.2 more pounds to go to reach goal!!!!
Only 3 more until I can call myself HALF of where I started. E-freakn-citing. I’m going to skip around today, I already noticed.
I told my ex my new weight, and from under the sheet he put his thumbs up to me. I can tell he’s already tired of hearing the pound down morning prance around, but that’s too damn bad. He should care. And if he doesn’t, I don’t really care. Because I care about my own success and this last 10 is going to be tough to lose. Every pound is going to get a praise.
I signed up for a “Thanks Giving Ten” challenge on Calorie count. 10 pounds by thanks giving? Goal by thanks giving? Oh heck yes. We’ll see if I can push my diet that far, but if I can, by golly I’ll be one happy camper. I’m going to CA to visit friends and family around that time. Taking a trip to Knotts Berry Farm and I’m going to feel so tiny in those rollercoaster seats. OMG I’ve gone before and had to be escored off a ride because the lap bar didn’t go down. Most embarrassing moment ever. But I bet I can fit my ass in those kiddy rides now. I’m going on everything. I don’t care who it’s made for.
Yay! Time to skip around the house again.