A Fire Under my Ass

I had named this entry "turning a new leaf" but that is way too polite a way to describe what is about to happen.

This last week I have really kicked my ass into gear with being careful of what I eat. Well...now I REALLY have a fire under my ass because yesterday I was invited to a bachelorette party - one that is pool side, and I have to (well...would like to) wear a bathing suit. I have 7 weeks. SEVEN. to lose a few pounds. And by a few, I am hoping to lose at least 10. Totally do-able with discipline.

From last weekend - I have to say, I look at this and like the way I look.
But, I also have clothes on and the benefit of a flattering angle.

What's funny is, I was going to write that I have seven weeks to "feel good enough about myself to put on a swim suit." You know what? That's a total lie. I would put a swimsuit on right now and walk up and down the beach. Sure I would feel a bit self conscious, but I always have, at 115 lbs and 170 lbs. So no, this isn't a matter of being embarrassed about how I look, this is a matter of being noticed for looking good. Exuding confidence.

Of course, I'd like to keep it going past the party and lose a few more and fit into my old clothing. Seriously at the rate this is going, my old clothing wont even be in style anymore. In fact, last time I looked at my old clothes, I wasn't even all that inspired to fit back into (most) of them. That said, I wouldn't mind fitting into my gorgeous RL gold sparkle dress!

See you on the other side of the weekend! xoxox