Funny how weight can be relative. I'm laughing right now reading my last entry. It's been 9+ months and I wish I weighed 264.5, heck I'd take 265! Oh well. I'm back on track and that's the important thing. I've gotten very good at giving myself pep talks and keeping a positive attitude. I know that is key. I find myself on occasion feeling depressed about how much I weigh now compared to a year ago, or thinking about how I thought that by this point I would be at or close to goal. Who knew I'd have a beautiful little baby girl and hit a temporary road block with losing weight. Thinking about it doesn't change anything, so I have to look to today to what I'm going to do to change my eating behavior and my exercise routine, and look to all that the future holds for my health and weight.

I've been on track now just a short few days, but I feel very powerful. It's that feeling of accomplishment. I've gone to the gym like I committed. I've been drinking protein and water. I've set some very high goals for my weight loss. I know that they are very high and somewhat unrealistic.

I am participating in the National Body Challenge, which started this past Saturday 1/13 and goes until 3/10 (8weeks) My goal is to lose 50lbs in these 8 weeks. I know I have to work harder than ever to accomplish this.

My next goal is to weigh under 181 by July 10th (Isabel's 1st birthday). That's just about 100 in 6 months.

Focus, focus, focus