So, I thought the X-weighted Challenge ended today. I was happy, sad, apathetic – a whole whack of things, much like I am with huge chunks of my life lately.
Whatever. My goal of 154 was sort of met. I hit 154.9. Frankly, I say that’s a success. I don’t give a flying fig newton about the .9. Target hit. Mission accomplished. Sound the trumpets. Hand me the oversized novelty cheque, please, and cue the photographers.
But yeah - apparently I wasn’t supposed to enter my weight, pictures, or measurements today, which wasn’t mentioned on the site when I logged in but I read it after the fact in a tweet. Awesomesauce.
So I have a few more days to eek out a couple more pounds, should I want to starve myself or do something completely nutty (or just eat healthy considering the diet of ice cream that I’m currently on) but I’m not sure if I can go back and change my entry.
I should be happy, right?
Actually, I AM happy WITH my body, weight, whatever right now. I look at my reflection fully clothed and think, “hey – you’re looking a-ok!” I’ve definitely got more confidence in a lot of areas but lacking in others (more of a professional thing, I think. But that’s not for the blog or public consumption, really). Naked is always another story, but that always comes down to a comfort level with that one other person and it comes in time when you get to know someone. But again, not really something I want to discuss here and now, especially given so many of my family members read this and we all know how much I LOOOOOOVE talking about my love life. *gag*
So this means I’m in a healthy weight range again.
*pause for stunned silence*
Yeah – no wonder I’m kinda diggin’ on my reflection lately.
So forget that I’m not going to make my goal-aversery in less than two weeks. Forget that I may never make it to the 130s again. I’m a size healthy.
That’s the shizz, my friends.
Challenge or no challenge, I got my head back in the game this year. It took me six months to get here, but I did it.
Now I have to make sure I don’t put my head up my ass again and stay comfortable in my skin.
Because that challenge is NEVER truly over.