It's May 12, 2010, and I've promised myself that by July 12, 2010 _ my 35th birthday, eesh _ I'll be down to my fighting weight of 135 pounds.
On the off chance anyone happens to stumble across this blog, I won't say what my starting weight is, but I've got a semi-daunting task ahead of me that will spell the end of my all-you-can-eat mac and cheese adventures. No more double pints of Blue Moon. No more scarfing an entire bag of peanut M&Ms. At least not for the next two months anyway. After that, all bets are off. Maybe. Probably.
Seeing that glowing number looking up at me from the scale this morning was ugly, let me tell you. It's a number I hoped to never see again, and I'm hoping it's the last time I see it until I'm at least 65. Or pregnant. Shudder.
So off we go. I'm hoping this blog will motivate me to write about trying to lose weight for the 1,000 time in my life and treat it like a real project.
Whoo,
HKH
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