Setting Incremental Goals

Before I get into this, I just want to say a few things: One, it has come to my attention that the best way to get frowning looks as you put something into your mouth (unless it's an obviously gross entity that belongs nowhere near a sane person's mouth, like mayonnaise) is to slouch around in a clingy white tee shirt. The posture does one no favors, and white is nothing if not unforgiving. I think white is a chub-magnet. All lipids in the area are forcibly pulled to the surface just so they can peek through to the outside world courtesy of the shirt that may as well be a magnifying glass.

As a side note, I'm working very hard at being a person who can take help and/or criticism well. Currently, I take it about like I take a stick in the eye. Lots of rage, squealing, and tears. Well, okay, I take it a little better than that... more like a stick in the rear. I may or may not respond favorably, depending on my mood.

The second thing is this: I read the other day a report involving an "upscale" plus-size store, which struck me with inspirational mojo as a great attitude readjustment... "It's not overweight, it's upscale!" Today is mostly "samescale" for me, which is good. My fluctuations of late keep me bouncing between 162 and 164, but this morning was the low end of that, and I've got in mind a way to get myself amped up for the week: setting a goal for the end of it!

Today's goal was pretty simple: Don't eat cake. And that was before I even knew how many times that would come up today (2 various in-my-face times with 2 separate cakes, and I think there was a third one in the work fridge still from last week). Mission accomplished! I brought my own smart snacks and chewed gum like I was trying to MacGyver a wet suit out of a case of Dentyne.

I'm thinking I can have a small number goal for the week to keep me on my toes (mostly running and twirling and other feats of feets): so I'll say it. I will be at 160 (or less) by the end of the week. that's my goal and I'm stickin to it! I mean, even despite hormonal bloating, it's only two pounds... let's melt those clingy white shirt loving bastards out of the scene for good!