Aspirations

There are a couple of things that I'm busting at the knickers to do, but I can't let myself because they signify the end of the loosing phase of my weight issues, and transition me in to maintenance. I'm so close to that right now, that practically speaking, it would make no difference to just get on with it. Mentally though, I don't want to scud myself before I officially hit the number that I think of as my target.

That number is now 136lb. Definitely no lower, even though that's the high end of my weight/height range, but that will make me 24.9 on the BMI scale, nine stone ten pounds, and eleven stone lighter than I was at my very heaviest. It's about fourteen pounds away. Mind you, even when I get to 139, I'll feel as if I'm there, so I might carry out my "goal" tasks then.

First, I'd like to change the name of my blog to "Five Foot, Fat Fit and Female." I don't see a way to cross out text in the title, so I may just have to put the "Fat" in brackets.

I so want to do that right now. I really don't feel fat anymore (most of the time) so I'd like the blog title to reflect that. But I'm going to try to be patient for at least another ten pounds. Once I'm under 140, I'll feel as if I can do it without jinxing myself.

Second, I'm very impatient to buy my treat, my Samsung smart watch. Now that I really shouldn't get until I'm truly at goal. It's not a proper reward otherwise. I suppose I can hold on. I think. No guarentees.

As much as I want that techy bauble, the blog title means more to me. I've been this person, this idendity, Five Foot, Fat and Female, since my first foray into on line weight watching on 1st Jan 2011. That's only six years, but it feel like forever, because I have lived up to that name nearly all my life. To officially call myself Five Foot, Fit and Female seems boastful, a tad bombastic even, but true nonetheless. I am quite fit for an ex over-twenty-stone type personage. Age isn't such a big factor, there are plenty of people older than me who are fitter, but the weight issue makes me darn proud of myself, and able to withstand the slightly boastful nature of calling myself fit.

Tomorrow is my second weigh in of the new year and I'm hopeful of getting down to my Christmas day weight of 149lbs, to retake my downward motion and go towards new lows, ever closer to goal. I know I've had a good week as far as my calorie intake is concerned, and I've enjoyed three runs. No reason on this Earth that I shouldn't have a good result.

Fingers crossed!