I did it!

It took 4 months, signing up for a half marathon, spraining my ankle and going into extreme panic about turning 30 but I officially lost a toddler... and that is when I realized that I needed to lose another toddler.

It was the high that you feel after conquering the scariest rollercoaster in the amusement park...and then a storm rolls in and all the rides are closed. The high of finding out that the shoes you have been window stalking are now 50% and the last pair they have is your size...and then you remember that you don't have any money in the bank to buy them. The high of your favorite team making it to the World Series...and then realizing that you will be in a remote location with no access to watch or hear the game.... Lauren sang about it " Oh and it all, it all falls down"

Everyone and I mean EVERYONE has tried to convince me of how great I'm doing and to keep up the good work but the reality of it is that I'm over it. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm happy that the first toddler is gone. My clothes fit better. Clothes that I used to be able to fit now fit again. Life is good except I'm not done.

I was watching Scrubs last night and Dr. Cox gave some good advice: The key to reaching your weight loss goal is to hate your body. It sounds bad but the more I thought about it, he was right. If you love your body, you have no reason to fight through the fits of life that make you want to eat everything that you aren't supposed to eat. If you think you look all that, you have no drive to run 3 miles after softball practice in the rain and skip the bag of chips. So I guess I have the motivation to keep going... I'm not happy with my body yet.

1 Toddler down

1 Toddler to go

So far I've found really cute...

still working towards sexy