Woah, baby! (Said in Michelle Tanner voice)

Let's put the fact out there right now: I tend to have a major potty mouth. With that said...

HOLY SHIT!

A few weeks ago, I did the unthinkable & returned my scale to Target, because I felt like I was too obsessed with it. Currently, the only time I weigh myself is when I go over to my mom's house. I haven't been there in about 2 weeks, so it'd been awhile since my last weigh in.

Um, I'm down to 126?! When I graduated highschool I was 127 and a size 9. Being a size 5 at 126 is mind freaking' blowing! I always said I wanted to get back down to my "graduation weight".
Wellll buddy. I've gotten there AND I've dropped 2 pant sizes. I have reached my goal, and then some.

I was feeling really "fat" (lame!) today & this just helps me feel a little less icky. I know the number on the scale means nothing, rather the inches lost & how my clothes fit do, but it really does help boost my confidence. Something about that little needle pointing to a smaller number really triggers something in my brain that says, "YES! VICTORY!"

With this, I am only ONE POUND away from my original weight goal of 125. Seeing myself at this point, I may change that goal to 120, to push myself to go a little further. But, we'll see. It may take a helluva lot to lose that last pound, ha! :)