Before I get into this post, I have to correct something from my last post. I misremembered (and, yes, I’m totally going to pretend that’s a word) the conversation I had with the boy about Jar Jar. He’s the one who suggested that they mature slower. The boy pointed this out to me, and since he has the better memory, I’m going to go with his version instead of mine. However, all the supposition and thought put into the theory mainly came from me.
Okay, now I feel better. No longer unintentionally claiming thoughts that aren’t mine.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this whole weight loss thing. There seem to be two schools of thought when it comes to losing the weight (at least among us bigger girls). The first school of thought is that, “This is the size God made me, and ya’ll can just deal with it.” The second is, “Love me the way I am, but support me as I work to get smaller.” I definitely fall into the second group. I know that those who love me the way I am now are people who genuinely love me. However, I have a lot of respect for girls who are in the first group. I know it’s not easy being on the bigger end of the scale, and it takes a lot of self-confidence to be able to stand proud and say, “This is who I am, and I’m not changing!”
So, I gave myself a week. Kind of a last hurrah. Ate junk food, didn’t really exercise, and started to try to do some mental prep for what I know is going to be a decently long journey. In following weeks I’ll make sure my camera is actually charged and my hair isn’t gross, so that I can track my progress via picture. For today, though, both of those things are working against me. So, I’ll just list what my starting goals are, and next week, I’ll share my first week’s progress.
Weight to lose: 110.5 lbs.
Weight to lose until I reach first mini goal: 11.5 lbs.
And now I’m going to go wash my hair, because it really is gross.