Might as Well Face it, I'm Addicted to Blogs

So I got on the internet hours ago to research something for my father. And I thought, mmmmm....I will just peak at a few blogs. You all are so addicting to read. Your stories really resonate and make me laugh and I cannot get enough. So fast forward two hours and here I am still reading them.

Everyone is so witty, charming and honest. I am honored to be able to read your inner most personal thoughts. So thanks for sharing. You entertain me constantly.

Fat camp is going well today. I am sore from that crazy muscle endurance class yesterday. Running this morning seemed so easy I made it a little harder. I did personal training this morning and I have Zumba in about an hour. I heart Zumba. This class does not have as many freaky deakies in it so I can concentrate more. But perhaps tomorrow's class will have more for me to comment on.

I went to lunch today with some girls I taught with 5 years ago. I have not seen them in a year. One of them (who is super cute and nice) could not believe it was me. She kept saying I look like a totally different person. And you know what? I am starting to feel like a totally different person - in a good way. I guess everyday on this journey is helping me to reinvent myself. I want to be a fit person. Now I am beginning to think it is something I can pull off for life.

Also, I am changing my ticker today to show my new goal. I have picked a goal weight of 175. When I started this blog and put 185, I did not think I would come anywhere near it. I am picking this weight for a few reasons:

1. I am 5'10 and muscular, I look healthy and lean at 175 (I know this because I was at that weight for about 2 weeks my senior year in college)
2. I have actually weighed that in my adult life and know it is possible
3. If I weighed 175, I could gain 25 pounds with a pregnancy and still not go over 200 pounds

Is this possible? Time will tell. I will work my ass off (literally) to try and get there. I may have said before, my trainer's goal is not a weight but a size 8. He originally said 10 but changed it to 8 after I lost more weight because he says he can see my build more now and it is an 8.

Dude, my tiny mother-in-law is an 8. I tried to tell him I walked out of the womb a size 12. I was 12 in middle school and never went any smaller. I went up and down but never below a 12.

So we will have to see who has the more realistic goal. Hopefully I will meet one of them. If not, I am gonna die trying.

I guess I should do the work I came here to do. Please update your blogs soon so I have something to read later. Ta, ta for now!

My New Obsession

My weight loss has created a new obsession in me. Wait for it.....

Crossing my legs!


I know this may sound ludicrous to other people (especially smaller people) but it has been so long since I was comfortable doing it that I want to do it all the time! And I do. I do it when I read the kids a story at school (about 5-6 times a day), when I sit absolutely anywhere in public, even at home when I am alone. I am aware that I am not as graceful at it as others. I think it will get better and easier the more I lose.


When I was bigger I would look at people in waiting rooms and think, "man look at that show-off, crossing her legs." I know this was the little green monster in me and that other people do not think crossing their own legs for their own comfort would offend anyone, but in my head, it did.


But that is a thing of the past now. I am now the offensive person in the waiting room. I have to admit.....I kind of like it!


May the leg crossing continue! Has anyone else discovered new obsessions with weight loss?