So, I've lost 18 pounds so far...on the 5th it will be a month that I've actually been trying.
And I have 23 more pounds to go - but let's be real here for a second.
In 3 more pounds I will be the weight I was before I got pregnant with the twins.
In 19 pounds I will be what I was when I got married.
And in 33 pounds I would be what I weighed before I met Dave when I wasn't just sitting comfortably, eating all the time.
So, I'm doing good - and not holding my breath hoping to ever see 33 pounds from now...
In my little group that I meet with the question was raised on what we would do for ourselves once we met our goals.
Obviously, I will have to buy new clothes (as obvious as this sounds, someone must remind me as I will probably just wear the baggy clothes for way too long because I will be spending all my money on my children who seemingly grow two sizes every week.)
And, in the past, my reward for myself has always been eating dessert - which is probably the reason why I found myself 51 pounds heavier than when I met my hubby. So, that's not going to be it - although a huge piece of ice cream chocolate cake sounds like a heavenly reward.
And a trip? Oh, let's all take a deep sigh and just imagine how amazingly glorious that would be...ok, snap out of it. Back to reality. It just can't happen, it won't happen...moving on.
I was thinking boots...or really, any shoes that aren't sneakers and don't have shoelaces. Maybe shoes that make me look like I'm a woman.
Or a mani/pedi - maybe...but I would have to get the good ol' fake nails and let's be real here for a second - how do those hold up to less than desirable diaper changes?
Really, I'm not good at rewarding myself. Actually, I suck at it.
I have never been one to indulge in shoes or purses or clothes...really anything other than the chocolate cake. If given money I end up spending it on the kids and rarely spend it on me.
But seriously, I think it's time to change that. Seriously. Seriously.
I mean it has felt wonderful the last month to spend as much time as I have each day focusing on me. Granted, I'm sweating like a pig and look less than beautiful - but I'm working out for me...with no interruptions (most of the time) and I'm getting results. It's kind of nice to pay attention to myself...
So, I'm going to put some more thought into this whole reward thing...I want it to be a whopper of a reward. Because I deserve it. Seriously. Seriously.
*To see my friend who created her version of Fat Tuesday, check out her blog at The Lumberjack's Wife - I promise you will love it!