I'm really feeling much better. Physically, at any rate. My mental state is sort of still.... well, a little mushy. Part of it is that I get so damned angry with myself when I act like ... well, whatever unflattering descriptor you want to call what I was doing yesterday. Whining. Bitching. Puling. That's a good word, puling. Highly underutilized in today's vocabulary. Unless, like me, you read a lot of historical romance novels.
[Yes, yes... I read bodice rippers. I rather like them, actually. I also like ABBA (tell me, seriously, are you planning to go see Mama Mia? I am!) and Prince and I have a special place in my heart for Thundarr the Barbarian. Admittedly, it's a special place that involves never actually watching it again, as I don't think I could bear the reality of it... all my other favorite Saturday morning cartoons turned out to be such trash when I got older, I just couldn't face it if Thundarr was just as bad.]
We did Weigh In last night. I am down another 1.6 (I really would have thought it was more, given that I've barely eaten all week) and Thomas was down .4, which put both of us over our 25 pound mark. And Thomas has now reached his 10% goal. So, I have new blog bling, a 5th gold star, and a large purple magnet for my fridge.
My next "big" goal is another 10%... not 10% from what I was when I started, but 10% of what I was from when I reached the first 10%.
So it would look something like this:
And that would leave me with like 5 pounds to get to goal...
For other, non-scale goals, I've decided I want to be comfortably in size 14's before the end of the summer (that's 4 months to lose about another 10-15 pounds), and 12's by the end of the year (another 4 months to lose 10-15 pounds).
So, that's what my plans are....