...where t = target weight and 18 = lbs to between me (now) and it.
Having miraculously lost a stone (14lbs) while pregnant (Titch was using my stomach as a cushion - it was the first time ever that I could not physically manage anything but the smallest plate of food), and dropped a few more pounds in the early weeks and months of nursing, the scales have started to crawl back up again. Nothing major, but those bad habits (cake, anyone?) are starting to show. I can see - and, worse, feel - the difference. Hence including 'hit, and stay at, my ideal weight' on my 101 things list. Though, in retrospect, maybe I should have made that two things...
I also need to make sure that my cholesterol gets to a nice healthy level - another of my 101 things - and being a bit healthier can only help that, right?
To that end I was all set to join Fat Club again this week, until I realised that a) I could use that hour and a half to do some exercise (fancy) and b) I could save the cash and use it to buy myself a 'h'rah you're no longer lardy' present. I do like a present.
I know what I have to do: its a pretty basic equation - exercise more, eat less (in particular, less crap); I just need to do it. I'm a grown up and accountability shouldn't make any difference to my motivation to do something which I know will only be good for me. But, for me, it does. So I'm being accountable here.
Enter Project Feel Good. Because this is about health and feeling like 'me' as much as it is about fitting into a dress size I'm prepared to admit to! I'm going to save the £5 weekly subs I would have handed over until I hit goal and buy myself something fabulous to celebrate when I do.
I weighed myself first thing yesterday morning and am 18 pounds heavier than I would like to be.
So, t - 18 it is.
Titch turns one in 10 weeks (Wait, what?! Titch turns ONE in 10 Weeks!?) - I wonder if I can reach target by then? Christmas, a wedding and umpteen birthdays along the way says 'not a chance'; we'll see how close I can get...