I'm Ready...Again

After a little over a month of self-indulgence with some stopgap workouts peppered in, I woke up this morning ready to take on the (what was 30 but has now ballooned to) 45 pounds left to my original goal.

On top of that, I've decided I actually want to amend that goal. Instead of reaching half of my starting weight, which is actually 187.5, but I've adjusted to 185 for easier math...I want to go for 200 pounds of total weight loss, or a final goal weight of 165.

I'm hovering around 230 now, so that's 65 pounds left to go.

Yipe!

It's going to be another long road, but it's time. I'm not done. I'll probably never be done. But I AM DONE tempting the fates. An occasional cheat here and there is reasonable, sure...but I've allowed more indulgences than I should and I know it. (I also needed the break, so I'm not beating myself over it, either!)

Oddly enough, so much self-indulgence kind of takes the fun out of it and replaces it with guilt. Who needs it? Back to the disciplined life with cheats that incur consequences (calorie-burning, sweat inducing, profanity laced cardio-fueled consequences).