25 pounds by June

I weighed 145 lbs. from the time I was 15 to the day I left for college.

Dear reader, I gained EXACTLY fifteen pounds at school. What is that? I'm a stereotype!
I'd never been over 150 in my life, and now I'm 160 and, according to my BMI, just barely overweight. I need to start doing things again. And no more comfort eating!

I'm not saying I'm a horribly blimpy thing to look at. I think I look fine, but it's a very slippery slope this weight-gain thing, so I'm going to nip it in the bud.

140 by June. Now, I know that pounds don't actually mean that much, so we'll be more specific: I want to be a size 6. I was always trying to push off those last 5 lbs in highschool, so I'll get them, too. I don't think losing weight will make me happier, but I do think it will make me healthier, and I'd really like to not be embarrassed by my bikini.

So... size 6 by June. That's about 5 pounds a month, which is totally manageable, and do-able if I treat it like a project which I must finish in accordance with my New Year's resolution: "Finish Something."

Projects I've started today:
- 25 Pounds by June
- A short story to submit to Seventeen magazine (maybe)
- Get a job at school

These are going well. For now.

Also, from io9: "Space is in trouble! Now's your chance!"

Abandonment

I am not abandoning this blog. I am not abandoning this blog. I am not abandoning this blog.

It explains a lot about me to say that my defining behavioral trait is an inability to finish anything. Not an exercise plan, not a short story, not a novel, not a relationship. My follow-through in life is as poor as mine in golf.

Christmas was fun. Low-key. I learned to make mousse, then I went to a really stellar Christmas party a couple days later and caught up with some people I'd been missing. New Years I had a head-ache and also an acute case of follow-through anxiety so I stayed home and watched Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffith. We used our Tivo to rewatch this a couple times.

She went to my high school. Actually, OPRF alums were all over New Years in Times Square. Ludacris was playing on a different channel. You just can't hold back a Huskie, I guess.

Later on in the night I regretted not going to a party, but I'm glad I stayed home with my parents in the end. They usually do the exact same thing every year and they were really happy to have me there to make things just that little bit different.