Ooh, new goal.
I talked to my sister and showed her this journal, and apparently my previous goal was pretty unrealistic, sans a coke habit. How should I have known? I don't diet. Anyway, I'm changing the goal. Not because I'm a wuss, but because repeatedly failing, week after week, may force me to stab some nice little ninety pound stair-stepping gymmate of mine, and I don't want that. I'm willing to bet most people don't.
So....
Sorry for the false alarm! Seriously, my new goal is two pounds a week! F'real!
But really, sorry for the initial misunderstanding. I Googled "setting weight loss goals" and found forty-two versions of, "Don't set unrealistic goals," with no mention of what realistic ones sound like.
Also, I just joined a group called
framewerks and it's pretty cool. I need a starting picture of all this ass, all this ass inside dem jeans, and then I'll be up and running. It looks like it's pretty much what I do here. Food and exercise, and reflections. I'm not feeling it's so necessary to light a fire under my behind at this point, but later? When the fascination and enthusiasm fades? I'll be glad to know I'm accountable to someone. I'll just have to get someone to take some pictures. I'll be sure to wear no makeup, frumpy clothes, and one heck of a frown, like all the "before" images in commercials. ^_^ Then I can get my hair done, do some sexy eyeliner and lipstick, and frin from ear to ear in the after. Trimspa, baby?
So....
Sorry for the false alarm! Seriously, my new goal is two pounds a week! F'real!
But really, sorry for the initial misunderstanding. I Googled "setting weight loss goals" and found forty-two versions of, "Don't set unrealistic goals," with no mention of what realistic ones sound like.
Also, I just joined a group called
framewerks and it's pretty cool. I need a starting picture of all this ass, all this ass inside dem jeans, and then I'll be up and running. It looks like it's pretty much what I do here. Food and exercise, and reflections. I'm not feeling it's so necessary to light a fire under my behind at this point, but later? When the fascination and enthusiasm fades? I'll be glad to know I'm accountable to someone. I'll just have to get someone to take some pictures. I'll be sure to wear no makeup, frumpy clothes, and one heck of a frown, like all the "before" images in commercials. ^_^ Then I can get my hair done, do some sexy eyeliner and lipstick, and frin from ear to ear in the after. Trimspa, baby?