It's been a long time since I've gone three weeks solid without going off the rails. And the best part is, I have gone out and gone out to dinner and had a glass of wine even, still without letting it get the best of me. The other night I met a friend for dinner and got a cup of vegetable soup and a side kale salad. No french fries, no dessert, no crazy fattening stupidity. I have gone over my 1500-calorie limit a couple of days, but never by more than 100 calories, so I'm doing pretty damn well if I do say so myself.
I stepped on the scale yesterday as a mid-week check and I have to say I liked the number I saw. OK that's a lie I still hate the number, but it's inching ever so much closer to what should be / used to be the top end of my 15 pound range. So for now, I love that number. I love that it's going down. I love that I'm on my way to not only getting into my usual range, but continuing this downward trend to get to the bottom of my usual range and ... dare I dream ... even lower.
My long (long, long, long, long) term goal is to consistently wear a size 8. I haven't been a single digit clothing size since I was single digits in age. The closest I've ever gotten is a 10, and that never seems to last long.
This has worked in the past and now maybe here's what I'll do again: Buy a goal outfit. Either those size 8 jeans, or a cute dress or something. Even if I can't wear it now, if I keep it out and visible as a reminder to myself of what I'm working for, maybe it'll work its way into my psyche and happen.
In completely unrelated news:
1. Chocolate greek yogurt is gross.
2. I'm now listening to an entire James Brown video playlist on YouTube. Get on up. Shake your moneymaker. I hope "Get Up Offa That Thing" is coming up. That's the perfect theme song to my life right now.
3. I'm now planning to go to Ross or something and buy a cheap but cute size 8 dress. I've just convinced myself this is a good addition to my cheesy motivational signs all over the house. It might not have been the plan, but maybe it's a good thing I live alone. No one can judge my cheesiness!