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29 years old, 5'7" with thick bones... you can call me A.

HW 225

GW1 199 - new jeans

GW2 190 - yoga membership

GW3 175 - special blanket (it's a long story)

CW (as of 7/13/11) 175.2

GW4 170 - TBD

GW5 165 - TBD

GW6 160 - cute undies set

UGW 155 - throw myself a huge birthday party

(and we'll see how I feel after 155!)

Maintenance: May 2012 still at UGW - cute swimsuit

none of these pictures are mine, unless I explicitly state otherwise.

I ran my first half marathon a little over a month ago. I lost 50 pounds this year, really turned things around for me. Last week I had surgery to have my gallbladder removed, followed by an endoscopy that nabbed five evil stones that were blocking the works, after a month of misery. I’ll be recovering for the remaining week of this year, most likely.

However.

2012, you are on notice. I plan to gleefully kick ass and not bother taking names. Calorie counting and the full exercise regimen will be back in place.

I’ll need support. I’ll need my friends while I complete this body metamorphosis. I can go it alone but why? What I really want for Christmas is a fitness buddy who texts as much as I do. ;)

Happy and healthy holidays to you and yours! What are your plans for 2012?

Message me and I’ll do it… go go go!

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So I’ve been at essentially the same weight for the past two months (which is why I’ve had nothing to say, sorry). I’ve gotten all the advice I think I can stand on the matter. I just wanted to take a moment to proclaim that I am FRUSTRATED as FUCK!

I am majorly tempted to drop my calories down to pass-out-while-I-exercise level (say, oh, 800-1000/day) or look into diet pills, even though I know full well that’s not the way to get things done long-term. I just… aaaagh. I step on that stupid scale and it’s in the same two pound range it’s been in for the past two months and I just want to run outside with it and throw it, hard, into the dumpster and watch it break into all its little mechanical pieces. (Preferably while screaming DIE MOTHERFUCKER at the top of my lungs, Office Space style. I think the neighbors’d bitch if I went that far with it, though.) I can’t make the number move even though I’m supposedly doing everything a person ought to do to be fit as hell. There’s roughly 20 more pounds of fat I’d like to have move their merry way off my belly and after many months of me kicking ass, these 20 are just sitting. I can picture the 20 of them smirking while I run mile after mile, and chuckling while I sweat to death in my yoga classes. 

You may now resume your regularly scheduled fitspo, already in progress…

itsalluptoyou:

this defines why my ‘catch phrase’ is “It’s All Up To You”

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wooshwoosh:

HOPE SOLO. ROCK SOLID. AGAIN.

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danamelaniee:

It’s all about how you choose to deal with it.

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I hit a milestone today.

I HAVE LOST FIFTY MOTHERFUCKING POUNDS.

I also changed my UGW to be 10 pounds higher (trying to be both realistic and healthy), so I am currently a mere 20 pounds from my goal, and I have 5 months to get there… meaning if I lose 1 pound a week, I’m there.

I’m making some mini-rewards for each 5 pounds from here to UGW, but haven’t decided on them yet… will have to dream up something(s) awesome. :)

aarealthefatty:

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999reasonswhy:

Submitted by: lardtoluxury

Haha, I actually think (and worry) about this sometimes, at my current weight and fitness if I were being chased by zombies or serial killer my chances of surviving would be slim.

 My sister and I were just talking about this last night.

Bahahahaha. Love it.

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