Well, here it is, a year after started taking pics in my bikini. I am down 10 pounds since that fateful day that I bravely donned the 2-piece swimsuit and took my picture and GASP posted them on the internet. For posterity's sake, and for some way of detaching myself from my body, I still keep my head off the pics. Also, I usually take the pics first thing in the morning so I have my glasses on, and my hair looks like a rat's nest. So without further ado.... drumroll please.....
And for the public's sake, here's a pic of the actual swimsuit I plan on wearing this year:
Other things... hmmm, let's see. Since seeing that 243 on the scale, and meeting my goal for the month of March, I have felt empowered and strong and want to succeed even more. The weekends can be rough, and this weekend was no different, except for the choices I made. Saturday night we went to dinner, and hell yes, I ordered a bacon cheeseburger and fries. And I didn't finish them. I ate until satisfied, and quit. Sunday I set the alarm to get up early and hit the gym. We went to a birthday party in the afternoon where I declined both cake and pie, although after discovering that it was cherry pie (my favorite!) I had two bites of Paul's. All in all, I'm up about a half a pound today after the weekend, and I don't mind it.
I lost a contest in a fitness challenge I do on Facebook. Previous month's challenges have involved some things that I couldn't do, I just couldn't compete against the others to come in first place. But March's challenge was a drawing, and the more miles you put in, the more chances you had. I didn't have the most miles, by any means, but I felt like I actually stood a chance, since it was a drawing, but alas, I still did not win. It was like the Mega Millions Friday night... I actually felt like I could win something. I'm a little bit of a sore loser, but I'm moving on.
We are supposed to call the person regarding a mortgage today, as in, calling to say "Hi, we want to buy a house, how much money can you get us?" And I am totally nervous. I hate making phone calls anyway, but now I have to wait all day too, because Paul wants to be here when I do it. Ugh. Which reminds me, I need to make appointments with the eye dr and the regular dr. Damn.
Well, that's all I've got to say for today. So far.