I do NOT approve of migraines as weightloss. Effective ('cause I could barely eat), but totally not worth it. THAT said, however...
Well I certainly got enough SLEEP before weighing in on Wednesday this week - I ended up calling off work Tuesday night ('cause when you wake up at 7:30 pm and the headache is back, and when your alarm goes off an hour later and the meds you took at 7:30 haven't done a THING, yeah, I didn't want another miserable night of looking at a glowy screen under BRIGHT flourescent lighting) and slept a good 6 more hours before getting up. Stepped on the scale and....
Which means I'm only 6 pounds away from my birthday goal.
And only 16 pounds away from One-derland.
It's so close I can TASTE it!
I'm blown away that I've come so far. I mean, last time I got to about 190 lbs before I fell headlong into depression (and headlong off the low-carb wagon). I'll admit, there's a little part of me that's nervous approaching those numbers again - will it happen again? Will I taste it just to throw it all away?
But this time is SO different, there's really no comparison. I'm not denying myself anything (anything in moderation is my motto - for ME if I make a certain type of food "verboten" it makes for cravings for what I can't have, which sets me up for self-sabotage), I'm not doing anything I can't maintain forever (and am constantly evaluating and re-evaluating that - another motto is "fit this into your LIFE, do not twist your life around to fit the fitness", and if I'm doing something I can't maintain for the long haul, I need to switch it up and find something I CAN do forever), and my motivation for doing this comes from a foundation of being HAPPY, instead of "I'll show THEM!" and I really think that makes all the difference.
We're still catching a few things up from the bankruptcy, so I can't go CRAZY...but when I get paid tomorrow, I'm going to go try on clothes. I have so many divergent sizes in my closet (and they've all been worn and washed to the point I don't know how accurate the sizing is anymore anyway), I have no idea what size I actually wear at this moment. I do know that all the pants in my regular rotation are loose (some to the point of not being able to wear without a belt, and look baggy belt or not). I doubt I'll be ready to tuck my shirt in yet (it wasn't until I was under 200 the last time before I felt comfortable doing so). But, I think it's time to retire some of the stuff that doesn't fit anymore - I know I'll feel that much better about how I look when I'm wearing stuff that fits and looks nice. So, off to the store I go!
We're thinking about going to the monthly Poly Potluck in Dayton on Saturday night - it's been way too long since we've seen our friends there (can't deny there's a little part of me looking forward to seeing if people notice), and I've made some new friends via fetlife in the past few days who happen to be poly and pagan and FUN (and scarily like my mate - thus my status yesterday, seriously I think I'm out trolling for dates - or gaming friends - for HIM anymore, that or I just simply look for people who remind me of him because he's so awesome), and also live in Dayton. I'm *hoping* they show up. SO, there's more motivation to get myself some "skinny clothes" (*snort*, okay not skinny, but you know what I mean) and rock 'em. Sex on wheels baybee - that's the ticket! My inner Glamazon wants to come out and PLAY!
(Hmmmmm...wonder if I can convince 'Yote to take another stab at going to Goth Night at the club tonight....)
Oh, here's a picture of the rings my mate picked out of the Gaelsong catalog. I hadn't expected him to go for cladaghs...then again he IS Irish after all. And it's a totally different style from the cladaghs that were my last set of wedding rings (which gave me pause at first, because I didn't want to repeat THAT experience...I think these are different enough not to be a big deal or a reminder though). We're going to get the wider style for him, the narrow for me.
Now for the hard part...the ceremony. *sighs*
I think that will require some discussion with the lady DOING the ceremony. We're going north the first weekend of December (to see Over The Rhine at Kent Stage, natch...and we'll fit in all the family holiday and birthday obligations in there that weekend too - which means no Marion OH show, sorry ZCTMMOM1, maybe next time?) - I think we need to set up a time to chat during that visit. Ah, details...
Meanwhile, I'm 140 pages into HP and the Order of the Phoenix (which I started yesterday). Which is NOT a fast enough pace to get that and Half Blood Prince done by the time we see the movie (we've settled on seeing it Saturday the 20th, to fit it into everybody's schedules). Need to step it up a bit! I am DETERMINED! (And yeah, that totally trumps NaNoWriMo in terms of how I want to spend my time right now.)
Okay, off to read some more and then get ready for Zumba!