Today is the 14th. There are somewhat more than 14 weeks left in the year (maybe 15, if you don't count this week, but we're not counting.) I have about 14 pounds before I reach one of the rungs on my weight loss goal ladder. I'm aiming to have a BMI of less than 25, and at 14 pounds lighter, my BMI would be 24.9. I said less, but I didn't say by a lot! According to my current BMI, I'm overweight. At a BMI of 25, I would suddenly fall back into the "normal" range.
So, starting this week, I have a 14 in 14 goal. 14 pounds, in 14 weeks, or more precisely, by the end of the year. 14/14 sounds better. I can do this. I did it after my first kid was born, but I'm aiming higher (lower?) than I did last time around. I'll certainly do a happy dance and celebrate when I hit my pre-pregnancy weight, but that's only halfway to my next stop. So, I guess no celebrating with a bowl of ice cream.
My goal for these first few weeks is to exercise every weekday. Yesterday is lost to me, but today, I already hopped on the treadmill for a 35 minute walk this morning.
I have some food issues that I seriously need to address. (Can we say self-sabotage?) I am working on these, and I'll likely need to air them to the public so they aren't a secret. If they're out there, then it's harder for me to pretend no one will know.
Anyway. Today I've taken a step on a path from which I have wandered. I look forward to seeing you all at the end, even through the desert-infested waters of the holiday season!