My tightass

no pun intended here, but I think my inner tightass/cheapskate is trying to sabotage my efforts, either that, or I'm just a frickin idiot, take your pick. I think part of my head is saying....lose those last 10-15 pounds, I am comfortably in size 12's. Size 10's were my original goal...that is another 10-15 pounds away..piece of cake after losing 56, right? WRONG....Now that I can shop again and feel good about it, the other half of my head is saying, "while the shopping is fun, you just spent $150 on a pair of jeans...don't you DARE get too skinny to wear them!" There was a time in my life that would have paid my rent...but damn, they are cute and they fit good...and I love the little "31" stamped on the waistband.
Friday, I did good, food wise, had a few drinks at my girls night out..vodka with diet cranberry sierra mist, so no carbs and low cals, so that was a plus. Saturday I was UBER busy. I had to take pictures at 84,000 different Christmas events in town and then be the greeter at the Chamber luncheon. So, as simple and as portable as this plan is, one would think, "No problem." WRONG!!!! This asshat left the house without a single bar, pretzel or packet of hot chocolate. NOTHING. So, all I ate all day Saturday was....a chili dog with no bun and 4 Christmas cookies....stellar on plan day there, huh? Sunday I recuperated and other than the bottle and a half of wine that I had at my nephew's birthday party, I ingested nothing that wasn't on plan... (yes, I said wine at a 2 year old's birthday party...that's just how we roll.)
I don't know...sounds like I'm making excuses, doesn't it? And maybe I am, maybe I'm just not as committed to those last 15 pounds as I was to the first 56...maybe I'm tired...maybe I've lost my mojo. I think my mind right now is saying, "Good enough, is good enough." And yeah, sometimes it is, but all of my years of thinking "good enough" got me to be the big fat mess I was. So, as long as my "good enough" includes good enough choices when it comes to eating and a continuation of my exercising efforts, maybe, just maybe, I'll be okay and I'll get that last 10-15 pounds off.
Mexico comes my way tomorrow. we depart on our adventure tonight...workout clothes and I-pod packed...I can visualize myself running in the sand...the intent is there, we shall see if I follow through.
Weigh in today was a maintain. No gain, no loss...