My first thought was, yeah P!NK! Agreed! But am I REALLY happy? I'm having fun.... yes. Pizza is my happy place, but is a few slices of pizza worth the pain and mood change that occurs when I see a photo of myself?
Honestly. HONESTLY, no. No it isn't.
I need to find my happy weight. A weight where, sure, maybe there is some squish there, but overall I feel confident. Feeling confident would make me feel happy. These are very basic, simple words, but meaningful nonetheless.
On December 17th I will turn 30 years old.
I've set a goal to lose 30 pounds in 30 weeks by age 30.
I had the idea of 30 pounds by age 30, then I when I looked up how many weeks that was from now, there sat the number 30. 30x30x30. It all just kind of made sense.
I've already been working out, but if I want to reach this goal, I have to just quit eating crap ALL THE TIME. I suppose I'll need to write my 18 bartenders besties a letter telling them I might be seeing them less often.
If you want to join in with me (and man would I love the support) here are the details I've got nailed down so far:
1. Hashtag I'll use on social media || #Fit30x30x30
2. $20 Diet Bet || New one every month: VTIM May Challenge
Starts TUESDAY (a week from today)
3. One update per month on my progress. Maybe, if anyone is interested, we could bring back the Operation Get Fit Linkup from a couple years ago?
Turning 30 is a big deal, and I want to wake up and feel better, prettier, sexier and more confident than I've ever felt before.
I can do it.