As I went through my closet this morning looking for something to wear for the annual family portrait tonight. I realized that if I had only lost that last ten pounds that I want and need to lose, my options would have been so much more.
I have ten skirts that are one size too small (as in I can do them up, but cannot breathe).
I have ten pairs of pants that are one size two small (same as the skirts).
I have, at minimum, ten blouses that are one size two small (well my bosom was busting out).
I have ten summer dresses that are one size too small (just making note for next year).
So, here I sit trying to think of how to lose the last ten.
I run every other day now and am pretty much doing 4-5k each time.
I don’t eat excess sugar, sweets, soda, alcohol. Most of what I eat is healthy and in moderation. Oh yes, and I gave up extra salt this past summer.
I have ten more reasons why I should lose the last ten, but they are silly and mean only something to me. But, the most important thing is that I want to do it for me.
There are ten weeks, plus one, until Christmas. A pound a week. I am determined to have the choice of at least ten different outfits for Christmas Dinner. I can do it, I just need to get through Thanksgiving first.
