Day 8. 358. Down a pound even though I pigged out on sushi last night.
I wish it were as easy to stay on a diet as it is to start one. I’m down 11 pounds. Yesterday was an official day, and if I lose weight at the rate I’m currently losing, I’ll be -18 pounds by my birthday next year. *smirk*
OK, it will eventually settle down to a pound every few days. And that’s when I will start to feel uninspired and go off the diet. Again. And start gaining weight back. Again. And get all depressed about it. Again.
I don’t want to look like a supermodel. (Well, I do, but I know I won’t.) Right now I just want to be under 300 pounds, so that I can fit in a single airline seat comfortably. That’s all I want. 300 pounds.
I want to be thin more than I want to win the lottery. More than I want to find a boyfriend and get laid. More than I want world peace. Which is depressing as hell, if you think about it, but there it is. I don’t want to have these knees and these ankles and always wear these comfortable shoes with the arch supports. I don’t want size 12 underwear and bras with 44 band size and 2X shirts and size 26 skirts.
I admit that I’m past the point where I will be young and pretty and sexy, but could I at least not be gross any more?