30x30x30 || Weight Loss Challenge

Before a day or night out, I'll get dressed and check out whatever ensemble I've thrown together in the mirror. I love clothes, but I'm unfortunately very cheap and prefer to spend my money with any of my 18 favorite bartenders in Deep Ellum... or with the pizza hut delivery guy. I swear to you, I'll get dressed and although I won't necessarily be thrilled with what I see in front of me, I'll be ok with it. 

My mirror pep talk usually goes something like... "Ok, you don't look horrific. Congrats." 

I'll then do my makeup and hair which gives me a bit more confidence and I'll head out the door, ready to go see one of my 18 favorite bartenders.... or perhaps the pizza delivery guy, if I'm really lucky. 

Then comes the terrifying part, the part where I feel like I am looking kinda pretty and I'll either ask CB to take a pic or I'll get a pic with the girls. After nervously trying to figure out what angle to make my arm bend that won't show up on camera looking like a ham hock, I get situated and the photo is taken. 

The camera will be returned to me and I swear I just look at it, every time and think, "Dear lord in heaven is that what I look like?! That is NOT what the mirror showed me!!!!!"

Why is the mirror such a LIAR? I'll see one thing, and a camera shows me something completely different. Something that is honestly heartbreaking and puts me in a mood that I have a hard time recovering from. 

I know I've said this one billion times, but sadness consumes me over it. 

Just go fix it then. 

Alright. Ok. 

I read a quote the other day from P!nk (of all people) and it really made me think. 

My first thought was, yeah P!NK! Agreed! But am I REALLY happy? I'm having fun.... yes. Pizza is my happy place, but is a few slices of pizza worth the pain and mood change that occurs when I see a photo of myself? 

Honestly. HONESTLY, no. No it isn't. 

I need to find my happy weight. A weight where, sure, maybe there is some squish there, but overall I feel confident. Feeling confident would make me feel happy. These are very basic, simple words, but meaningful nonetheless. 

On December 17th I will turn 30 years old. 

I've set a goal to lose 30 pounds in 30 weeks by age 30. 

30x30x30. 

I had the idea of 30 pounds by age 30, then I when I looked up how many weeks that was from now, there sat the number 30. 30x30x30. It all just kind of made sense. 

I've already been working out, but if I want to reach this goal, I have to just quit eating crap ALL THE TIME. I suppose I'll need to write my 18 bartenders besties a letter telling them I might be seeing them less often. 

If you want to join in with me (and man would I love the support) here are the details I've got nailed down so far: 

1. Hashtag I'll use on social media || #Fit30x30x30

2. $20 Diet Bet || New one every month: VTIM May Challenge 

Starts TUESDAY (a week from today)

3. One update per month on my progress. Maybe, if anyone is interested, we could bring back the Operation Get Fit Linkup from a couple years ago?

Turning 30 is a big deal, and I want to wake up and feel better, prettier, sexier and more confident than I've ever felt before. 

I can do it.