Pounds Down

Sorry for the nakit post yesterday...so embarrassing but I refuse to delete anything that I post. And I was really pleased and a bit surprised at the responses. Snapped me outta of "it" and made me feel better :)

Awww...you ladies are the bestest!

(Actually, trying to find posts to link you up to speed I found more embarrassing stuff. I'm all, "Damn Flushed! You're all balls out on this blog!")

(And then I was like, "AwFuk. That's me. -Wait-that's me talking in the third person of my internet alias. AwwwFuuuuuk.)

So today: 123.5 el bees! Woot, woot!

Except I haven't been exercising because I've been drowning in my school work...errr....not that I've been blogging or anything...

What. ev-AH! So long as the pounds are going down. I will exercise soon enough. Priorities and such. Also, most of you probably don't remember but my short term Iwon'tbecompletelyapeshitifIatleast goal was to fit into my clothes again. Comfortable. Non-squeezy-like. Well, I'm there.

Woot! Woot!
(Can I get an "Encore"? Do you want more...")
(That was Jay-Z poppin' into my head. Easy sung than typed.)

Woot! Woot!
(Just in case you missed that last one. Or two.)

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Okay, so my birthday is on Friday and I've already told my mom and whoever that I have a softball game that I am playing in (yes. On my birthday. I PAY for this shit!). My mom knows that I'm not one for going to dinner, she understands.

(go Moms! Woot! Woot!)

(I bet you're all like, "Flushed, you lucky bastard! My parents/family/friends are always pressing me to eat!")

She asked me last night again what we could do ("we don't have to do dinner, but we want to do something for your birthday...") After a little back and forth we decided a quick happy hour at The Citrus Grille (It's Mar-Tini Time!) and my game is at 7:45 so I'll be out of there early enough and leave them free for dinner (hopefully they don't decide to be my Fan Club. I'm horrible [@ softball]. It's embarrassing). So that is the plan on Friday!

I'm actually really happy that my mom was totally for The Plan. My mom and I are the most weight conscious in our family (like EDish weight conscious) (the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh?) (drop the "ish" when it comes to me tho!) but everybody in my family wants to lose weight and be "healthier" so that's why I don't get pressed. They just think of me a strong willed health nut, not ana or anything.

Hopefully this perspective doesn't change when I drop another 10, maybe 15 lbs...5 they'll think I'm perfect but they might start scrutinizing after that but probably not actual worry. I'm short so I'll just be like "actress thin" which is the goal.