Wednesday, January 09, 2013
I was kind of resting on my laurels after I won my family competition and while we have a new Healthy Living Challenge about to start, I had found myself in kind of a slump. Maybe "diet rage," maybe just the blahs that come this time of year.
I already had some goals in mind for which I would reward myself. I am only 5 pounds away from being able to treat myself to some new jeans and 10 pounds from having my weight start with a 1 instead of a 2, at which point I will go for a massage.
The man in my life is constantly rewarding me, even though he never cared about my weight. He has been incredibly supportive. Last night when I got home there were packages of "delicates" awaiting me that are just a tiny bit smaller than what I would wear now. They are beautiful and far nicer than what I would purchase for myself. Talk about motivation!!
And then there is a wedding I will be attending in August. If I stick to my plan and all goes well, I should be at least close to being "healthy" by that time. The wedding is out of town and sounds like a fairly high-end affair. I have begun dress dreaming for what I want to wear to that event. One of my closest friend's son is getting married and it would be great to see so many of my old friends while looking fit for a change.
One final dream reward would be to have my spider veins treated so that my legs could look great when I'm wearing a dress or shorts again. The man's eyebrow cocked up when I told him about this -- in that good way -- meaning he would be supportive. There is a clinic that treats those situations very inexpensively near where he lives.
I'm dreaming big, I know, but for the most part I just keep my eye on losing the next pound, or being able to do five more minutes of cardio, or having more good days than bad.