It is 4:30 am. The cat is meowing loudly in my face. Aarrgggg….gag! she just dropped a toy in my mouth as I yawned. I can honestly say that I hate this cat first thing in the morning. Okay, I hate anyone who is chipper, excited, and ready to go.
I lurch out of bed, snarling. I step on the scale.
What?! Huh?! NO! WAY!! OMG! OMG! OMG!!!!!!!
I did it! I finally did it!
This morning (OMG! OMG! OMG!) I made my first goal! I lost 32 pounds, and I am at 290.6 pounds. Okay, it may have been the haircut, but I don’t care. I am at 290.6 pounds.
Essentially, I have lost a three-year-old kid. No need for an Amber Alert, I don’t want this kid back!
Time to level up! I really want the “By the Power of Greyskull!” moment with the psychedelic flashing colors and loud crescendo. Instead, I took a picture of me in my fat pants, and showing off the gap. I will do this every time I reach my goal.
“What is your next goal?” you ask. My next goal is 29 pounds or 261 pounds. I know I can get there. Why? Because I just lost 32 freaking pounds!!!!!
Remember, be kind–especially to yourself….And Hazel.
I don’t have a pic of me at 323, but here is me after week 1 at 318 pounds. 
And here is me at 290.6 pounds.
