Fuck it: in 2013, I resolve to lose some weight.
I know all the arguments against making that resolution and I don’t care. I’ve got children who sleep through the night*, I’m not a full-time milk machine anymore (Grace nurses at bedtime and maybe once during the day), and I have literally zero pants that fit me.
THE TIME IS HERE.
Although I will not be able to start running (which is the exercise I think I’d like to use) until I can afford new sneakers and a new bra. So that kind of sucks. But I’ll at least start doing my yoga video again to get stretchy.
I won’t be posting my starting weight, because I don’t know what it is (I threw away my scale quite a while ago) (because it was broken), but I suspect it’s in the high 180s. On my frame, that is DREADFUL. My ideal weight is probably around 125 but I’d be really really happy to get down to 140. (I’m naming numbers because that’s the way my head is stuck, but my real goal is to fit into some clothes. I have a ton of size 8 and 10 jeans. So that would be good.)
I’ll miss my boobs when they go away.
*this was true when I wrote it on the 1st, but in the time since Grace has woken me up every night for water and/or the potty. Sigh.