Remember way back when - January? - when we made some great resolutions?  Usually I don't go for that, but this year, I made a couple of them that I really tried to hold to.

First - finish Pretend 2 by March 10th.  Actual: shipped off to an editor July 4th.  Okay, sucked at that one. (I have excuses, I really do!  But results are what matters).

Second - Lose 20 pounds by March 10th.  Okay, didn't make that one, either.  (Yeah, I really do suck at this.)  BUT!  I have made some great progress.

I've lost ten pounds.  Ten very stubborn no-way-are-you-ditching-me pounds. Difference between a tight size 10 and a tight 8 (I've actually found a couple of loose 8's to wear until the rest of the weight joins its buddies). It feels great.  Wonderful, actually, to be back to a decent size, and close to being in the single digits in clothing again. So my official weigh-in is on Thursday (I'm a member of Weight Watchers online), but right now it stands at: (WHERE'S MY DRUMROLL?????)

152.5.

Next intermediate goal: 149.5 by August 6th (spending a few days at a local lake, rented a cabin there, want to be decent in my swim suit.)

Oh, yeah, life is good. ggggg

At 5'7", I'm aiming for 142, and that's now within target.  Drop-dead goal day: December 1st. I'm taking this so slooooowwwww and easy, hoping that the weight loss will stick around.  It's a fairly big lifestyle change. Less sugar, less fat, candy's mostly a no-no (see my 8 things nobody knew). More fiber, more exercise.  AND somehow I have to make sure I don't feel deprived.

And why December 1st: Hawaii, baby!!!!