T-minus 85 minutes!

Weigh in & measurements day.

T-minus 85 minutes until my meeting with my Trainer. I'm hungry! I don't eat before weigh-in's. Tell me someone who does?!

I'm not hopeful. At all. But that's ok. I'm not giving up here. Not quite!

I've had some rough days, amazing days and some average boring dieting days. I'm chaning my diet plan today. I'm certainly keeping it interesting. This Goldilocks will find her bowl of porridge yet!

I've been turned on to a new workout at our park district by some of my friends. A break from the "dungeon" of the gym is great every once in awhile. It's called "Fitness on Demand". A room where you can walk into anytime of the day and pick out a workout routine of your choice, it's all digital. A huge movie screen is on the wall and they have every piece of equipment you need to do any one of the video's. I'm pretty excited too because this means both my girls can do it with me. They begged me to go yesterday. I promised them today we would go.

I haven't bought my first charm yet. I had 2 coming, but didn't get them for fear I would have to return one. I think after today I will find my prediction correct. Oh well. Every day is a new day.

I think I'm going to add a food supplement for some portion of my day. A chance to not think about it and grab what's already determined for me. Lunch or dinner...each day will have it's own outcome!

I must say I am so overwhelmed with the messages of support and encouragement I received on a daily basis. It truly means the world and ALSO, keeps my butt accountable. People are watching and waiting...

The best advice I give myself right now is that this isn't a race. I can't be in a hurry. When I do I become slave to the calendar and scale. Yes, I want to be slimmer when I climb into my first bathing suit of the year when I head to Florida on my girls trip in April. I haven't given up on that, why should I? There's being slimmer, and then there's being skinny. Let's be realistic here. Slimmer is a frame of mind and about how I'll feel in my clothes. That's a soft landing and a realistic goal.

I will either dread or squeel with excitement posting my weight and measurements when I get home.

T-minus 70 minutes!