15.

BOO-YAH.

wait…not in one week!  3.5 lbs lost this week (holy cow! even I was shocked), equaling 15 lbs total & officially only 4 lbs away from my pre-pregnancy weight of 205.  I’m SO EXCITED, so proud, so everything…but then I look at the goal weight on my Nutrisystem front page & feel a little…deflated.  Like, DAMN, I still have a long way to go!  So I’ve decided that with a lot of weight to lose, I’m breaking down my weight into four manageable sections:

Stage 1: Harrison weight.  19 lbs total.  Ends at 205 lbs.

Stage 2:  Harpie weight of pregnancy & mourning.  10 lbs total.  Ends at 195 lbs.

Stage 3: Marriage weight.  7 lbs total.  Ends at 188 lbs, aka the exact number on my scale the day I married Nate.

minus the boobs, of course.  those are gone.  but isn’t it funny how different bodies carry different weights?  i’m always fascinated by this considering how many girls may have read “188″ & shuddered!

Stage 4: Kicks & Giggles.  8 lbs total to an even 180 lbs.

At the end of Stage 4, we re-evaluate.  Do I have it in me to lose anymore weight, or am I running out of motivation?  Do I feel comfortable at that weight & in those clothes?  Is 180 lbs easy to maintain, while 170 lbs chains me to a life of counting points & Slimfast shakes?  (because that is TOTALLY not worth it to me – I’d rather carry an extra 10 lbs than freak out over the occasional splurge or dedicate myself to the gym 5 nights per week)

What is your end goal, & where are you measuring it?  In pants size?  Number on the scale?  General feeling?  Miles run?  Ability to bench press Ol’ Arnold himself?

In other “LOOK AT ME, I’M AN ATTENTION WHORE!” news, I kissed my size 18′s goodbye this weekend & am officially down a size.  I figured it was time to pack up the 18′s when then slowly fell off me as I descended the stairs with Harrison in tow, praying not to trip while Nate chanted, “Pants on the ground, pants on the ground…”  (you’re welcome for getting that stuck in your head! smoochies!)

& as the deep thought of the day — you know those folks that say “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels?”  BULL.  I can think of a ton of things that taste better than skinny feels.  Pizza, Oreos, warm chocolate chip cookies on ice cream with caramel sauce, loaded baked potatoes, Bloomin’ Onions, heavy beers, french fries, burgers with fried eggs on them…all of those things taste WAY better than skinny jeans feel.  Or maybe that’s why I’ve always carried around extra pounds – I’ve always loved food too much to pass on dessert.  So does skinny feel better than food tastes to you?  Or do you have things that you would willingly cart around an extra 5-10lbs if you don’t have to cut them from your repertoire?

p.s.  i was pretty bad at leaving comments last week on mcfatty posts, but i’m armed & ready for this week!