Every girl's gotta have a goal.

One of the things I wanted to pay more attention to in the new year was this blog. It has suffered greatly! It's not as though I don't have the time since we're on a pretty good schedule here and I'm not quite as sleep deprived as I was for the first few months after Josh was born. But when I sit down at the computer I have responsibilities; I've got a couple farms that I need to harvest, and an adorable pet that I need to keep fed and clean. I swear they're more a pain in the ass to keep up than they are fun but I just can't stop. Is that what they call an addiction? Someone needs to take Facebook away from me!

Another issue I wanted to address in the new year (I refuse to call them resolutions) is my weight. It's something I never really gave any serious thought to although I sure did bitch and moan about it. I imagine this is true of many people. Slowly, so slowly, that scale crept up and up and up until I actually felt comfortable (lazy) at 160 pounds. That may be a healthy weight for somebody at least a half foot taller than me, but I'm only 5'2". I should be in the 120-130 pound range. And I haven't read those numbers on a scale in a good 8 years. Holy heck that's a long time.

After I had Liam almost 11 years ago, the weight just kind of melted off. I did a lot of walking since I didn't drive and my age probably had something to do with it. At 19 the metabolism works a hell of a lot better than it does at 30. I guess I just naively believed that the same thing would happen after Nicky was born. Except it didn't. And then I got pregnant again. So now instead of waiting for a miracle I'm taking matters into my own hands.

I joined Weight Watchers on January 4 and I started out at 160 pounds. What a huge reality check. I vaguely knew I wasn't eating healthy but I loved snacking more than I cared about that so I didn't examine my eating habits too closely. It has taken quite a while to get used to not being able to eat chips or cheese toast or nutella straight from the jar. In fact, I can't even keep those kinds of things in the house because I just don't trust my willpower. I have caved a few times and cheated, so I know it's in me lol.

But there has been success! In 6 weeks I have managed to lose 15 pounds, putting me at 145 pounds as of yesterday. I do my weigh in every Monday and so far I've lost at least 1 pound but more often between 2 and 3 per week. I'm fitting in clothes I haven't been able to wear in years. It's so encouraging and if I didn't have this kind of visual success I would probably be tempted to throw in throw in the towel. Ultimately my goal is to reach 125 pounds by July 4. 35 pounds in 6 months. I'm almost halfway there!

So to those of you that are reading I have a request. Leave a comment so that I can see who I'm being accountable to. It helps me to know that other people are rooting for me and the more people who know about this, the more likely I'll be to not want to disappoint anyone. So I'm recruiting you to be my personal cheerleader :)