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 192.4!

Happy Dance!  Yeehaw!  That puts me at exactly 40 lbs. lost.  Got a wittle bitty white star there now!  Ah, it’s so cute.  *lol*  Sorry, at a happy place right this second.  3 to go and, what, 12 days to do it in.  Yeah, Baby! 

I had to edit this post.  I’m actually 0.4 lbs. less than I thought.  So much better!  It’s amazing how a tiny little bit lost raises your motivation and enthusiasm tons.  So, I only need 2.5 lbs. gone before Texas (well, 2.6 since my scales measure in 0.2 increments).  I’d take more, but that’s all it’ll take for me to be happy. 

Went for a nice hour-long walk with my parents last night.  My mom’s freaking out because I’m only like 7 lbs. away from her weight and DEAR GOD should I have the audacity to attempt to weigh less than she does.  As soon as she heard I was under 200, she started freaking out and dieting again.  My mom has issues.  Everything I do to try and better myself, she takes as a personal attack and a challenge.  It’s been like that my entire life.  I’ve learned to look past it, but oooh, I let her have it the other day.  We’re getting ready to have a garage sale next weekend (bye-bye fat clothes, whoo hoo) and she had some clothes that I was looking through.  Well, she started in on how this one shirt should fit me because it didn’t fit her any more.  Oh, that set me off.  You have to see my mom, but she and I are built totally different.  I have curves… I have more curves than I should, but they’re still curves.  My mom… doesn’t.  She has no butt or boobs.  She carries all of her weight in her gut, so while there’s a 7 lbs. difference, my waist and sizes are smaller than her’s.  It just totally pissed me off.  So, anyway, that’s the stuff I’m dealing with.  I have no support system whatsoever.  Thank God for you guys!