I am cooking up a surprise visit to see my daughter in Dallas and I'm so freaking excited I can hardly stand it!
Her fiance and I have been trying to orchestrate something for about a year now but something always came up. Not this time. Tickets have been purchased. Seats have been reserved. I am flying to Dallas on Tuesday September 29th while she is working.
She has absolutely no idea. And she's been a bit pissy with me for not "expressing an interest to see her".
Little does she know, eh?
I just had to put that out there. I cannot wait to see her. As of the 29th, it will have been 2 years, 2 months, and 2 days since I've seen her. There has to be some sort of serendipitous numerology going on there.
The Biologist is presently in Nova Scotia with his canine beast camping on property he just recently acquired up there. They have been gone since last Thursday and won't be back until September 27th, I think that's a week from today. Or something.
Regardless, I have used this time as an opportunity to reset my nutrition and fitness goals. I know. I know. I KNOW. I find it so much easier to eat healthy meals when he isn't here. My struggle is when he is here, I feel like I have to make super slutteh foods for him. Henceforth, I will eat them as well. And if I make enough for leftovers, he will dish out "half for you, half for me", none of this weighing business. It's terrible. Clean Plate Club President, he is.
Not blaming him. I am blaming myself for not having the self control and discipline I had almost six years ago when I lost so much weight. I took it from 235-ish down to 130. And it was fantastic. I tipped the scale last summer at 165 .... I'm not 165 anymore but I'm not focusing on the scale. I am focusing on tape measurements and how my clothes fit. As of right now, the size 8 JCREW pants I ordered on sale in June are dropping off my hips. These are the sort of goals I am striving for. No longer wearing a size 8. Then no longer wearing a size 6. And hopefully getting back to the muscular size 0 or 2 I was when I turned 40. I know this is possible. I have done it before. I am not going to stress like I have in previous recent attempts to lose it again. Rather, I am going to embrace the process. Measure and weigh all of my intake. Lift my weights and do my squats and step ups. Drink my water [which I've never really had trouble with]. If it's humanly possible, I know I can do it. So here I am, doing it again. No magic pills. No diets. No crazy fad cleanses. No self help books. Nope. I am going to use the knowledge I've acquired over the years on health and fitness and put it to good use.
If I go a day without logging, you have my permission to come find me and b*tch about it.