It’s over!
24 days. Done!
Hallelujah!
I’ve lost 9 pounds and I am damn proud of myself.
So proud, in fact – that I’m purchasing myself a LBD (little black dress – a sexy one, to celebrate our 5 year anniversary in chicness!)
Plus, a pair of bootines and an awesome pair of running shoes ::cough, underarmour, cough::
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| Oh darling, the choices! |
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| These booties caught my eye. They come in black and green. Hmmm… |
Sadly, I’m now in between sizes…even with SHOES!
My new Clarks [which I was raving about earlier this week] don’t fit properly. 😐 They were rubbing my achilles raw. UGH!
The diva in me hates to see a great pair of shoes go to waste, so I gave them to my Mom and….she loves them! She actually switched shoes during the work day. Bahaha!
The question now is…do I buy a size bigger and get them altered, or buy a size smaller and fit into the clothes in a few weeks?
Thoughts?
I’m kinda torn but leaning toward the smaller size, it’ll give me an extra punch of inspiration! Don’t ya think so?
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| No girl ever wants to hear “Umm…we don’t carry your size.” |
On to new business!
As promised, I’m continuing this self-inflicted health torture and starting a 90 mile challenge.
90 miles, 30 days.
When I start to wane, I’ll picture this:
It starts today. I will, quite literally, run my ass off.
My goal is to run 3 miles every day, in order to clear my mind and sweat out my worries.
There’s just something about running that makes me feel giddy inside!
:}
Tee-hee.
Would anyone like to join this challenge with me?
I’d love to have a partner in crime (and someone to keep me in check!)
Let’s see where we are in 30 days!
