The other day, the Hubster accused me of giving up on my diet. “NOT SO!” I said. (Well, actually it was more like “F-you, Shit-for-brains”. But I digress.)
In actuality, I’ve been pretty good throughout the holidays as far as my weight-loss goals go. I didn’t make my 25 pound loss by Christmas challenge, due to five pounds I put on over Thanksgiving….and the subsequent pigging out for the next two–ahem-three weeks with my friends. (Hey, it’s called “holiday celebration” for a reason!) But all in all, it wasn’t so bad.
So, I lost the T-giving weight and managed not to balloon up over Christmas and New Years, which for me is a HUGE achievement. (I did pop on an extra three pounds last week, right there :points to left hip:) And now here we are…January 4th…and I’m back in the saddle again. The Weight Watchers points tracker is fired up, I’ve got some bomb new tunes to work out–erm–dance around the house in my underwear to, and I’ve got my eyyyye :wink left: on the priiiize :wink right:.
July 26, 2012 – 160 lbs
January 4, 2013 – 143 lbs.
Goal: 123 lbs.