10 weeks out!

I am 10 weeks out as of tomorrow from the BIKINI STAGE!!! I knew it would go by fast but it is going by SO MUCH faster than I ever thought it would.

Am I ready for it to get here? YES!!

Am I ready for it to be over with and get back to normal eating and exercise life? DOUBLE YES!

Do I think I am going to make it ? 99% of the time I do, I still have this 1% doubt b/c no matter how much I exercise and how well I stick to my eating plan I have no idea how my body will respond. Remember it was content at 185-210 pounds for 12 years of my life and I cannot predict how it will transform and I have no idea what it will look like 10 weeks from now.

Do I hope I make it? HELL YEA!!! To do ALL of this hard work and sacrifice and not be able to walk on that stage in those stripper heels and a hot bikini would break my heart. To put so much effort into something and then not be able to see it through, well we all know that just SUCKS. Therefore, I will not think about that now. All I am focusing on IS walking across that stage.

I know I have discussed this before but I am going to talk about it again...THE SCALE!!

This is me:

Well this isn't really me but it is how I feel when I get on the scale in the mornings. GEEZ LOUISE is what I am thinking. Yes, for the last several weeks I have let the scale be the determining factor of my success. NOT ANY LONGER! I am stepping away from the scale for days and possibly weeks until I just feel like I have to or my trainer wants a scale report (which he doesn't care about the scale much at all so he will most likely be fine with no report).

It is SO STUPID to let a piece of equipment be the deciding factor on if you are being successful. I can't believe I let it get to me so much but I have and the solution to fix the issue is just not to weigh. The mirror, the clothes, the tape measure and my mind are the deciding factor on if I am doing what I need to do. Not a number on the scale that takes into account, fat, muscle, water, what I just ate, water retention, hormones and the list goes on. I need to quit giving a number on a machine so much power. This vicious cycle is stopping now. WOOT! I feel free!

Speaking of me, here I am for real this morning. Chloe took this picture of me, she loves using the camera now. She almost cut part of my head off and it is a tad blurry and my face is shiny too (girl needs some powder) but this will do. Feeling good in my size 6 jeans. WOOT!

Here are Chloe and Lizzie this morning too. Sweet sisters!