I am not a liar...anymore

Well, I guess that's not ENTIRELY true. I swung from understating the truth to overstating the truth. Let me explain. I have reached a very crucial milestone in the weight loss process. I officially weigh less than what it says on my driver's license! Wooohoooo! I may have updated my weight once since receiving the license at age 16. Maybe. And truth be told, I was probably lying when I gave them that updated weight. Probably. But all of that is in the past now. Should I get in a multiple-car pile up whereby they are using driver's licenses to identify our bruised faces, they may actually be able to pick me out of the crowd. I guess that's not as comforting as I thought it would be. Huh. Anyhoo, back to my crucial milestone.

For 2 weeks, I languished in no-weight-loss-zone. I wasn't trying that hard so it was no surprise when the scale read the same stupid weight day in and day out. But then I got my second wind and decided to kick it into high gear. I cranked up my workouts and buckled down on the food choices. As if to prove math does in fact work (calories burned > calories consumed = weight loss), the scale rewarded my diligence with a 5 lb weight loss last week! And catapulted me past my driver's license weight in one fell swoop. And put me within spitting distance of my goal weight. Which leads me to my next problem...

I selected a goal weight during the Biggest Loser contest when someone threw out the question of goals. I didn't have a number I was striving for so I just arbitrarily selected 3 digits that form a lovely round number. But now that I am just 8 lbs away from that goal, I am wondering if that is really the number for me. I'm not trying to be model-thin.* I like curves. But I would like to get rid of the back fat roll, slim my thighs and flatten my tummy a bit more. And I don't think those 3 things will happen in the next 8 lbs. Which leaves me torn.

• Hitting this number has been a big motivator for me. I'm goal oriented (you're shocked about that revelation I'm sure). So having a goal weight to work toward has been one of the main reasons I get out of bed in the morning and stumble through a work out. Will changing the number continue to be motivating or quite the opposite?
• It's been a great way to count down the weeks until I can finally buy new clothes. I WANT NEW CLOTHES! But would I be happier if the clothes fit better? You know, without the back roll?
• I would like to eat a few naughty things. Things which I could balance with workouts if I was maintaining my weight. But things which would not be conducive to losing weight. I will not eat these things until I've reached my goal so don't tell me to cheat. History has proven that I do not recover well from cheating.
• I've come this far, why not keep going? What's a few more days?...weeks?...months?...ugh.

If you can't tell, I am trying desperately to talk myself into keeping the current goal. Partly I'm sick of being so stinkin good. And partly this is one of those days when I'm just flat out hungry for no great reason. Fortunately I don't have to make the decision today. Maybe my mind will be clearer tomorrow. Maybe.

*Side note - I heard on the radio that the first plus-size model won America's Next Top Model. She is a size 10. WTSH? (what the sam hill?) If a size 10 is model-thin then count me in. But call me plus size and I'll knock your block off.