You know what I mean, anyway

So I held up pretty well over the holidays, but I've not been as good as I should have been, and I bloated up to 163 (from 158 lbs) over the weekend. I got back on the bicycle day before yesterday and I weighed in at 162 lbs this morning, so the water I'm gulping down is doing me the world of good!

I'm aiming for 2 lbs a week until I jet off to NYC in April. That gives me 17 weeks, 34 lbs. I aim to get down to 123 lbs at that rate, although as long as I'm back in my size 6 pants (134-138 lbs last time) then I'll be happy.

Since I became single, it has been a hundred, a thousand times easier to stick to plan. I've managed it without even thinking, so I think that a lot of my problem was eating because of the stress of our relationship. I feel so much better, so much more relaxed, so much happier overall now that he's gone and I'm become me once again.

Mini goals:

January 4th: 155 lbs
January 31st: 147 lbs
February 28th: 139 lbs
March 31st: 130 lbs
April 24th: 123 lbs

I'm starting back at walking tomorrow morning, and a friend is enticing me to learn to run with her - I've never, ever run more than 10 seconds before, so this is going to be interesting! We have concocted an 8 week plan to running, so fingers crossed! Beats signing back up at the gym, anyway!