So, I'm going to Atlantis. I'm not sure when yet, but I'll be planning to go. And my boyfriend will be unsure of his excitement or regret. You see, I've recently been supporting both a gym and Weight Watchers. I've at times tracked my points (God, how I hate saying that word), gone to a personal trainer, stopped tracking my points, switched my plan, looked at weight loss doctors, etc. I've thus far been unsuccessful at doing anything besides ultimately eating whatever I wanted. (I, in fact, blame my trainer for my most recent weight gain because I rationalized all of my eating with the fact that I was working out, which is quite uncommon for me.) As a result, I have been nagging my boyfriend to give me a goal or something to make me actually want to lose weight (unsure of why the weight loss itself was not enough of a goal). So, there you have it. This weekend, he caved. He said, "how much do you want to weigh," to which I replied, "129." He said, "okay, when you step on the scale and weigh 129, I'll take you to Atlantis." And that was that.
Monday, I returned to Weight Watchers Online with new vigor. I assure you that with a reward like traveling, I can reach my goal without a problem. It might take me a little while, but I'll get there. That's the reason for focusing part of my blogging on weight loss. I intend to be at my goal by the end of the year. So, on December 31st, I will be reporting on my plans to head to Atlantis. I originally thought my birthday, but that's October 2nd, and I have quite a bit of weight to lose--27 pounds to be exact. I'll stay updated on progress, and I'll do my best not to let food run my life (or my blog...).
In the mean time, I'll keep trucking away at not eating my weight in sushi, Mexican food, and bread (my three favorite things...).