A frantic feeling came over me today. I am going to be thirty in about ten months. This may not seem like a big deal, but I've always had this private understanding with myself that I would not be a fat thirty-something year old. It's like I set a goal for myself and now my time limit is coming up and I'm feeling a little panicky.

I can't keep riding this roller coaster of weight loss/weight gain!

I need to use this as motivation. I know it will only get harder the longer I wait. Plus I really want to go on a big shopping spree for my birthday at Burberry.

If I can lose an average of #1/week until my birthday in July it will total #43, putting me around #165... So this is my declaration that I have got to just do this thang! I've got to, got to, got to!!!