Criticism.

Criticism.

How do you deal with it?

It seems that this week was full of, "Geez, how much weight ARE YOU going to lose?" and "Are you trying to disappear off the planet?" and "Go eat a sandwich" and other comments suggesting I am too thin, or not loosing weight in a healthy way.

Lets get this straight. I'm not TRYING to "lose weight". I'm not ON a "diet".

THIS IS A LIFESTYLE, PEOPLE.

Yes, I watch what I eat. This is my choice. Don't get on my case if I prefer not to eat chocolate cake anymore. (Hell. I ate Dove chocolate today, in fact. I'm not starving myself!)

Yes, I workout 6 days a week. This is for my health. And as I tone up, of course I'm getting smaller and gradually weighing less.

I just don't understand why other people don't understand me. Is it a sin that all of a sudden I want to do something good for myself?

I guess you're going to get the good comments, along with the negative ones.

Or, perhaps, do I just smell jealousy? ;) How about YOU go eat a sandwich and shut your face?

Motivation to myself, and for others.

My results having been sky-rocketing these past few weeks, its mind boggling. I am down to a size FOUR. A fucking FOUR!

I posted on my facebook status that I've gone from a 9 to a 4 since October, and a had a lot of comments on it. Some were like, "No! You were skinny to begin with!" Others wanted to know what I was doing. Others talked about their Beach Body products/experiences.

Hmmm. But it seems that I have motivated a lot of people this time around. THREE friends told me they bought Slim in 6 today. Do I get commission for this?! Hahaha...I've been preaching SI6 everywhere I go. Its about time people start to listen to me and get with the program. I've been saying since week one, and that first 1.5 inches lost, that it works. I better get tons of hugs & thanks when my peeps start looking hot. ;)

I am starting a Debbie Siebers army! 3 friends down...many more to go!

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! :)