Things I don't have: A best friend anymore.

I suppose that's not really true since I'm actually updating the blog. I have to stop feeling like the blog is my old LiveJournal.

(Also, I just looked at that again, and I accidentally wrote "Thins" not "Things." Freudian slip? A good one.)

So, I never gave my Week 2 update, and here we are at Week 3. Week 2 was good to me, coming in at -5.0; and today was -3.4, bringing me to a grand total of -10.6! I'm really excited about that. I was nervous because of Thanksgiving and all ant not really going to the gym that much, but I guess it turned out okay. The gym is definitely the hardest part for me. I'm really excited for this work out video that Sarah bought today though. I'm gonna do it tomorrow

Sarah's been talking recently about how she's itching for the light bulb to go off that she's losing weight and realizing how much she's changing, which also got me thinking about it. I have a feeling that my light bulb is on a dimmer switch. I'm in the process of uploading pictures on Facebook right now, and I looked at a photo from 2 months ago and I look ridiculous. And that's when I realized that you sort of can tell. Specifically that I don't have a double chin anymore, which I don't know if I knew how bad had gotten.

I don't know if anyone has ever said to me "have you lost weight?" I'm dying for that. Someone I haven't seen in a few months. I'd like to wait to see them maybe until January to really have them say that. But I also realize that I think I'll have to wait longer than I'm hoping because I had gained so much recently that I'll be going back to my "usual weight" by dropping these first pounds.  Not that my usual weight was any good. 

I know it's important to keep lots of short term goals to build to the long term.  I know that I want to lose more than 50 in the end, because that 50 is going to lead me to a less unhealthy life, but still not really where I want to be.  I want to just speed up the next 5 months of my life.  I'm somewhere among anxious, excited, and overwhelmed.

Sarah's goal is a bikini.  My goal is American Eagle jeans.  So random, I recognize.  Not even something that's going to show any of the goods off really. But I think back to a few years ago (when I used to fit in them) and how much I liked them.  And you know how there's always stitching on the pockets?  I always recognize it.  Like, I just want to walk into the store and buy a pair.

In conclusion: Adios, chins; Hola, pants.