A kind of a plan

This hot and gorgeous weather has me motivated. The cruise is booked for November, leaving out of New Orleans. It seemed more interesting than Miami, where I have been and was not impressed. The campground is reserved for July 4th week, we’ll see how the puppy does with that. So, now that summer/fall trips are planned and for sure, I still have the arm and belly flab that I curse each time I step on the scale. I have fallen into the trap of living with a boyfriend and making too many exceptions. Too many pizza nights, even after knowing what it will do. Last time I lost the weight, it was after I broke up with my boyfriend and moved across the country. That isn’t happening this time, so, I have to be stronger now. I have to do it, faced with day after day of obstacles, and a boyfriend who loves me "curvy".

I’ve been watching weight loss diaries on youtube for inspiration. I haven’t been able to start the 30 Day Shred because all of the construction going on. We have people here all day, all morning sometimes. Today, we don’t even know when they will show. But soon, it will be over. And I will have no excuse. Tonight when the weather gets cooler, I’ll go for a run. The number on the scale was not shocking to me this morning, and that is what scares me. I have been careless and lazy. And now I have motivation to change it. If I can’t get myself back down to where I should/want to be by November, then I never will. July is a good halfway-ish point, to be where I was before I started gaining it all.

But November is the perfect time to get beyond that, and weigh that magic number of 130.

The drinking has to stop, and that is the biggest struggle.

The french fries have to stop, and really, they are rarely that good.

Snacking at work during down time has to be replaced with coffee and salad.

When I lost this weight before, it was kind of a mystery to me. But I do remember I was running more, and at the gym more. Not all the time, and I still ate pizza sometimes. Even with the horrible boy I was dating/sleeping with. When I thought I was just getting old and slowing down, the weight still melted right off.  As much as I hate running, so do the dimples on my arms.