Is that even possible in one week? I'm thinking that a lot of it is probably water, but still... It was wonderful to see the 170s winking back at me from the scale this morning. I can't wait to see my old friend the 160s again.
Anyway, I haven't posted all my workbook entries out here this week, but I've done a good job sticking to my plan. It was extremely hard a few times, but I never regret the decision to STAY ON MY FREAKIN' PLAN!!! I should try to remember that. I never lay in bed thinking, "oh, how I wish I would have tasted a large quantity of that chocolate mousse tonight!" But Lord knows I've spent countless hours crying over the food I did eat and the plans I abandoned. I don't want to do that to myself anymore.
I'm in the process of moving (across town), and so I had to deal with the bins of lovely clothes I've mentioned. My clothes are roughly organized into totes by size. I've got the 14s (which are close; my 16s are getting loose, thank goodness), the 12s, the 10s and 8s... And.. last but not least... I have 2-3 totes full of size 6's. I haven't been able to wear those clothes for a while (umm... 5 years maybe, and that was short lived), but of course, I love them.
I want to be able to wear my clothes. It may seem trivial to some, but you have no idea how bad I want that. It really motivates me.
Some of these items have never even been worn and still have the tags attached. I feel a strange mixture of sadness, longing, self-disgust, and hope when I look at them.
Oh, in one case, I saw that I have the same pair of brown Banana Republic slacks in 4 sizes: 16, 14, 12, and 10. When I realized that as I was packing yesterday, I actually laughed aloud. It's too absurd for words.
At my ideal weight, I am a 6-7. My lovely clothes are waiting....
