I Want to Break Free

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free

2... that is the magic number that was first on the scale this morning.  I have been a weighing-in junkie.  A self-professed, self-confessed, self-obsessed weight watcher.  Pun intended.  I have driven my boyfriend insane as he hears me weight myself both morning and night.  Twice each time.  Just to be sure.  Fortunately our scale makes a very loud beep when you turn it on (no, I have neither the desire nor knowledge to turn it off) so he gets to enjoy the morse code of my heft.  Do not ask for whom the bell tolls... it tolls for me.

But that number - that glorious even (and prime) number - was well worth the wait/weight.  I am now 100 pounds away from my goal of 199.  I have broken through the barrier to the next weight century.  Indeed, Ive broken free.  Those small beeps (two beeps, twice a day) are my sound barrier.  Boom.

Holiday Ga Ga

All I hear is holiday ga ga
Holiday goo goo
Holiday ga ga

I have spent the past three months losing 40 lbs.  I have denied myself my previously routine daily hamburger and have dedicated myself (well, dedicate is quite a word) to going to the gym.  Pretty solid success for three months, despite the fact that I have 105 lbs left to go.  I even made it through my anniversary without losing my willpower! (Dating anniversary... yes, I celebrate those)

And now you... holiday parties... you seek my destruction.  Your tantalizing open bars, your crab poofs and jalapeño poppers, your dessert buffet and chocolate fountains.  I really have no one to blame though... I kinda planned it.

Nonetheless, through two holiday parties I held strong! This holiday season all I want for Christmas is to lose another 105 lbs next year!


All I hear is holiday ga ga!!