Here’s the thing about losing weight – there’s always 10 more pounds.
Always.
I’ve lost close to 25 pounds (23) and it’s awesome.
I went shopping today, and got into sizes I haven’t seen since my gen-ed days in college.
I felt pretty, and confident, and fun.
I even looked nice in that sweater from the junior’s department.
True story.
But I still want to lose 10 more pounds.
And when I lose those 10 pounds, I’ll have another 10 to go.
Part of it’s the rush I get each time a pound drops off the digital scale.
It’s downright addictive.
I keep saying that when I reach such-and-such weight, I’ll be all open and honest on here and talk about the whole thing.
I’ll tell ya’ll about the reasons, and the emotional adjustments and I’ll even share those magic numbers – my start weight, and my end weight.
But then I put it off.
I just want to lose just 10 more pounds first.
After that though, I swear – you’ll get all the gory details.
“A woman can’t be too rich or too thin.”
– Wallis Simpson, Duchess of Windsor
