My husband said....
Monday, July 01, 2013
that I look FINE. FINE!? Not in a 80's "girl you look so fine," kind of way, but a "yeah you look fine," kind of way.
He asked what I was going to do once I reached my goal. I said I was going to re-evaulate where I was and see if at that time, I wanted to go any further because my "goal" (150 pounds) is technically not where I should be according to that horrible BMI chart (it wants me at 135) , it was a number I picked out of thin air not really ever imagining I'd get there. The goal was a dream, it was - if I can get there, it will be WAY more than enough, but I'd really like to be where I was before I had my youngest daughter (16 years ago at 170 pounds). I have had a picture of myself at 23 before I got pregnant taped to my treadmill for 2 years. I have looked at it every time I enter my gym, which was daily for a few months and then weekly and then monthly.... then I covered it up. Two weeks ago I looked at it for the first time in almost a year.
It has taken an insurmountable amount of self control, hard work and discipline, but I am down 36 inches and 39 pounds from where I was 7 months ago. (and 60" and 67 pounds from where I was when I joined SP in 2007).
I am only 24 pounds from said "dream" goal and only 4 pounds from the pre-baby weight that I was in 1997.
AND I am a size 10 for the first time in 16 years (I started at a tight 22 in 2007 and then vamped things up 7 months ago at a tight 16).
And after ALL that, all he had was I look "FINE!" Once the urge to slap him senseless passed, I simply said- I've looked FINE for 39 years, and that isn't good enough anymore. I look GREAT right now and on my 40th birthday in October I am going to look AMAZING.