I have been very proud of myself, though I sometimes feel shallow that I do.
I have lost over 45 pounds since I started trying to lose weight in late July/early August of last year. I have about 10 pounds to go, but they are the indulgent 'I don't really need to lose them' 10 pounds, so I have been coasting. Sitting on my laurels, and generally lazing about. I have eaten whoopie pies, cookies and chocolate with relative abandon for the week and have not been motivated about keeping myself healthy. Any number on the scale under 150 is a good number after all.
I decided that I needed to do something for myself. Something better, something healthy. Something, well, something. I used knitting as a way to lose weight, because I didn't remember to eat as much of the bad for me goodies when I was knitting. I signed up for the Self Challenge. It's kind of silly, because I don't really need to do anything major. I just need to firm the habits that I already have and to not backslide into the bad habits that gave me the extra pounds in the first place.
I am hoping to look a little better for when I go to Toronto in mid-June. Maybe some friendly knitters will take me around and I will gleefully abandon the hubby for an afternoon of yarn!