I've been a very good girl since the end of August. It was time to get serious about the weight I'd put on over the winter. Whether I wanted to believe it or delve into denial, the bathroom scale confirmed that I needed to lose a good thirty, maybe even forty, pounds. Five feet, seven inches can only hide so much of 190 pounds. I had gone well beyond pleasingly plump, and not only was it making me look and feel older, it was depressing.
The good news: Staying away from refined carbs and sugar (with a wee bit of exercise thrown in) I've managed to drop eleven pounds. The bad news: My girlfriends have decided today is the kickoff of my 50th birthday celebration. The actual day is three weeks from now but due to scheduling conflicts, K & K will be "kidnapping" me later this afternoon and taking me away on a mystery adventure. This will mean good restaurants and good wine...both of which I love dearly. Nothing makes me happier than a nice glass of a buttery Chardonnay, or a tender piece of filet paired with a nice Zinfandel (my personal favorite, Sin Zin). Typically, with K& K any celebration involves wine, lots of wine. This will be my ultimate challenge this weekend. I want to have fun and I want to maintain my weight loss.
I will dig deep and hard to unearth all of the willpower inside me to prove that I can survive with one glass of a good red, and a lean steak and green veggies. I want to enjoy all of the good things in life, because really, life is so damn short...especially with fifty breathing down your neck!
I just don't want to be a fat old lady.
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