I made the colossal mistake of watching the video for Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Getting Back Together." It's a catchy song, and I harbor no anti-Swift feelings (my iPod is proof), but seriously WTF. She's what... 21 now? 22? One: why are you dating someone in HIGH SCHOOL? Two: why do you still act/sing/write like you're in high school? That video was pretty much exactly what I would have asked for had I been handed a singing career at age thirteen.
An open letter to Taylor Swift:
Honey, you're embarrassing yourself. And you're doing nothing for females everywhere; in fact, you might have even set us back thirty years. Now take your very large piles of money and buy yourself an age appropriate personality.
With love and patience,
The whole damn world.
Now, let me tell you about my Labor Day.
It was largely uneventful. I went to work. I did stuff. I drove home. I did stuff.
No, no. Wait. I take that back.
I drove home, then I got nekkid and stepped on the scale.
I stepped on and off the scale, over and over and over. You could have slapped me in the face and I would have been less shocked. I wasn't expecting anything in terms of weight loss this week because my eating has gone unchecked and my time at the gym has been standard and by no means remarkable in any way. It's a mere two pounds from where I had been, but oh boy do those two pounds mean the world to me.
I feel like I've been chasing 220 for years, mostly because I have been chasing 220 for years. I remember EXACTLY where I was when I first saw those numbers on the scale and I was horrified (mostly because I had a lifelong track record of avoiding scales and I had zero clue as to my weight at the time). Little did I know, that was the slimmest I would be for a long ass time. To be completely honest, I thought getting back to 220 would be magical because the last time I was here was a really great time in my life. For the first time ever while stepping on the scale, I actually yelled (it was a scream of happiness) when I saw my weight come up 2-2-0, but aside from the fleeting moment of pure joy, it's been a day just like any other day.
File this under: Things They Don't Tell You When You Lose Weight.
True facts: every bit of losing weight is awesome and incredible and amazing. And for that reason, nothing is special. It's kind of sad when you think about it. I should be celebrating today; TODAY is the day I FINALLY DID IT. I'm back to the lowest weight of my adult life and all I can think about is the next twenty pounds.
On the one hand, I should give myself a pat on the back for remaining motivated when it could be so easy to cash out and revert to old habits (let's be real, I'm lookin' pretty fine these days). But on the other hand, I surely deserve a bit of respite? As long as we're being honest... there's no way my curiosity would allow me to throw in the towel now.
It's just too close.
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