Incentives

I am now only 4 pounds from my first goal.
Incentive?
I'm going to color my hair.
Violet.
Yep. Going to kick butt this week!

Stay tuned, because this is totally happening.
I'm drinking more water and making a point to get out more. Nothing fancy, no crash diets, no cabbage soup every day. Noticing a difference in my skin and my hair and my energy level.

6 Pounds

6 pounds is what stands between me and my first goal.
6 measly pounds.
Argh.
I can do this.
Because I have to.
For my health.
For my husband, and our daughter, and any future kids we may have.
I.
Can.
Do.
This!

Incentive...

I got on a scale at work the other day.
Instead of being the 209 or what I expected, I weighed in a 204.4.
After the stomach bug from hell, I got down to about 204...
this isn't even actual weight gain.

But it is incentive to work even harder. Because if I can lose/maintain without even trying, imagine what I can actually do with hard, butt-kicking work!

There's an old Polish proverb...

"Raz na wozie, raz pod wozem..." which translates roughly to "Sometimes, you're driving the wagon, sometimes you're under the wagon."

I feel under the wagon today.

I went to the thrift store today and literally NOTHING from the non-plus size rack fit.
Talk about discouraging.

I briefly considered slimming shapewear to make jeans fit better, etc...and then I realized...
the whole point of this isn't to LOOK skinnier.

It's to BE skinnier.

So, back to myfitnesspal for me. Maybe I should take a cue from my 10 year old and go dance in the rain. I heard that burns lots of calories.

Where the Heck Have I Been?

Work.
Oh, and Wisconsin.
Then work again.

My daughter and I went to visit my parents, and a grand time was had by all for the first half of the vacay. Then, my Dad came down with some horrible stomach bug that ended up coming back down south with us.

So...work.
Wisconsin.
Fighting the stomach bug.

That's where I've been.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Tomorrow, I shall blog something constructive.

Just wanted ya'll to know I'm not dead.

My city! When I go back next year, I will no longer be a plus size. Mark.my.words.