Home from the gym. 32 minutes, 10 on bike, 22 on the elliptical. 301 calories burned. Feeling good now. I always feel better after I get back from the gym. I enjoy going. It's great, the feeling of enjoying working out and eating right. It makes this whole weight loss/fitness thing that much easier. I will probably heat up some of last night's leftovers for lunch, and I'm making catfish and leftover collard greens for dinner. And probably some beans. And I may through some tomatoes into the beans. Yum.

Official weigh-in tomorrow, I'm excited. I can't wait to see what I have lost. I'll be happy with any loss, but I know I've at least lost 2lbs. And 2 more weeks until measurements, and photos. I don't post the photos, but I want to see how I compare to those I took two weeks ago. I'm hoping to see at least a noticeable difference. It's hard to look at myself every day and say, yeah, I think I look smaller, because I don't think I do. But, I do know my tight clothes are fitting better and the clothes that fit are becoming looser. So, we'll see. I'm looking forward to it, either way.

And, this time next month, I'm planning to be in the 170s. I am so freaking excited for that. That will mean I have lost over 10% of my body weight. How cool is that? And in just a little over 2 months, I will be out of the "obese" category. I will not ever let myself get here again. It's too much, way too much. I want to be fit, and lean, and little. To be able to buy small clothes, and run 5 miles, and do 100 push ups. I want to feel like I look great, whether I'm naked, or in a swimsuit, or, hell, even in a parka. In anything. I want my husband to think of how light I feel when he picks me up, and I want to have a fit body to carry babies in. And I want to be really healthy. You know, I'm not really terribly unhealthy, I mean, I've obviously got all of this weight to lose, but, my blood pressure is great, I rarely get sick, I don't drink. But I like the feeling of teaching my heart and lungs to work more efficiently, I don't know how my cholesterol is, but I imagine with the way I am eating and exercising it is all getting better. I appreciate what my body does, and what it can do, and what it will be able to do, but I want there to be less of my body to love. I want to love the way I look, and the way I feel. And that is the end of my rambling for now.