Continued...

    Took a two week hiatus because the flu got me down. The break almost had me falling off the wagon, except for the fact that I am now a very proud owner of a very loose-fitting pair of pants. Not only that, I can truly say I'm happier than I was when I started. I may not be where I want to be, but I'm definitely making headway. I went shopping with my mum on Friday then I held up a top and asked her what she thought. She turns to me and asks, "Won't that be too big on you?" The amount of joy that was bubbling up in me... In my head I was screaming, "I LOOK SMALLER THAN MY ACTUAL SIZE!" You gotta count the small victories.
    Last week I read some random tweet along the lines of "I hate it when chics try to lose weight when they don't need to". This observation was, no doubt, made by a guy. I resented that, but at the same time, couldn't fault him for thinking that way. More often than not, we don't exactly have the best of reasons for deciding to lose weight. Still, the fact that that 'chic' made a decision to lose the weight is enough cause to applaud her. It takes a lot to take that first step. Ultimately, what we need is a pat on the back and words of encouragement once in awhile; don't rain on our parade!
    In other news, I've been thinking of how I only have 10 weeks to reach my goal weight, then it hit me; I have only 10 weeks before I fly out to school! Yes, turn green with envy *evil laugh*. Anyway, I shan't bore you with specifics, but yeah... Life's good. At least I'm preoccupied so I don't have to succumb to watching football (I can't, I just can't). Until next time, loves.

Happy Father's Day!