So, I don't know what happened, but I got fat. Really fat. Like beyond post-having a kid fat (almost). About a week and a half ago, I staretd to go low-carb. And I've really been sticking to it....minus a slip up or two.
I messed up really bad last night. In a midnight stupor, I ate a whole container of macaroni salad. Which I didn't buy...my other half bought it for me because I love it, not even thinking about my diet. I can't fault him. He was trying to make me happy...just not on the level I am.
So, big point of this post. I was thinking I'd just measure my accomplishments based on how my clothes fit/which size I'm in. I have avoided the scale for like a year now.
Fast forward. I weighed myself tonight. Are you ready?
Now it's a number.
I've always felt good at 165, as a mature adult. I look good at 165.
So now I have accountability. I'm continuing the low carb-diet, despite my slip-up. My goal is to lose 20 pounds by Christmas. Who knows what my weight was when I started a week and a half ago. Who cares. This is what I am now.
I vow to be better. To feel better. To look better. To feel comfortable in clothing.
I'm ready...it's on! I'll report back on this topic in a week, good or bad. But I really feel it's going to be good! :)