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Wow...I am proud of myself

The realization has just dawned on me that if I lose 2 pounds again this week I will have less than 50 pounds left to lose!!!  It is still a huge wall to climb, but 2 months ago I never thought I would have had this much success so quickly.

I hope the one donut (actually 2 half donuts) that I ate for Fasnacht Day won't hurt me this week. I still stayed within my calorie range so it shouldn't - I froze the rest of the box after DH ate his share so they aren't a temptation to me for the rest of the week.  

I am increasing my workouts to 5 thirty minute workouts this week.  This isn't easy for me cause I really don't like to work out. I don't get that rush of endorphin that supposedly come with exercise.  I really have to push myself to do a workout but the more success I see, the easier it is to get myself motivated.  Today was a day off from exercise - the next three days I will be able to get up and have a good workout first thing in the morning.  I am doing okay with my lower calorie goal but it has been tough a couple of days.  Did well today - I just have to keep remembering the success I have had and thinking of how great it will be when I can fit into those size 12 jeans again!!!!

Ok...I just thought of something...some of you are saying size 12?? that is still big...well...I am here to tell you that it is not!  For me...wearing size 12 jeans - I will look and feel great. I don't care that according to the fashion world size 12 is still plus size!  It isn't !!!!!

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