That's what I'm doing. I'm thinking of myself as a size ten. A petite, short woman instead of the wide-as-I-am-tall version of me that I am now. I am walking taller and smiling a bit more with that image in mind. In my head, I'm wearing nice jeans and a tee shirt that fits me perfectly, with a decent bra, so my boobs look good. I have a real bee in my bonnet about looking good in a tee shirt some day. It seems a bit daft when I write it down, but it helps.
I weigh in tomorrow. It feels like I should be on for a loss, signs are good. But I won't know till the dreaded step on the scales. I'd love to lose four pounds, and hit the two stone mark. That's not realistic at this stage. That would be a big loss after eight weeks. My body has got used to living on fewer calories by now, it's adapted a bit. So big losses, like four ponds are unlikely. Still, it doesn't hurt to hope.
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