HOORAY! Throw confetti. Dance with wild abandon in the street. Toot many celebratory horns (but not those uber-annoying vuvuzelas, please!).
I’d say hoist me up on your shoulders, but I care for your physical welfare – I didn’t lose THAT much weight!
OKAY, THAT’S OUT OF MY SYSTEM.
I rested comfortably on my laurels for a minute. Now, I’m done. Plus, it’s kinda creepy to refer to myself in the third person. I fear the use of a “royal WE”. Moving on…
On to the new year and new goal. Last year’s success is over and done. I’m forging ahead to address the next challenge. It’s 2012, so I have another 50 pounds to lose.
50 is too big a number to consider, so I’m breaking it into smaller, more manageable increments. My first milestone for the year is to lose 20 pounds by March 31st. That will mark a 100-pound loss.
100 pounds. That’s a mouthful. Well, technically, it marks a dramatic reduction in my mouthfuls, but you get my drift.
I might actually be forced to buy new pants…