I'm managing. How are you holding up?!
It's time to buckle down. No more Mrs. Nice Girl. Time to get seriously serious about what I've actually verbalized as my next goal weight - 165lbs. It's just a number, but let's wrap it in some sobering context, shall we?
165 is a number that I cannot remember ever seeing on a scale. I am sure that at some point in high school I clocked in at 165. I am sure there was a day in my sophomore year, as I hit my peak of swimming long distance freestyle that my body was lean and the scale read 165. I was unaware of it - and frankly, at that time, it wouldn't have been an achievement in our locker room. I was always a big girl - "broad", "chubby", "thick", "plus" or as the more nuanced websites "fluffy". I"m sorry, how is fluffy ever a word used to describe a woman?! I mean, seriously............. fluffy? How about "Rubenesque"? Way more conversationally acceptable and less internet-cat-video lingo.
165 is 10 lbs lower than my goal weight in 2011.
165 is not obese. It is not thick. It is not fluffy.
It is healthy and average and not at all plus-sized in any way.
165 might be a size 8. I don't even know! 165 might be a bikini.
165 won't be happiness, but it will be the visual of perseverance, dedication, self control and good old-fashioned sweat.
165 is seriously serious in every way.
It's time to shake the snow globe. I'm too comfortable. Are you?