Twelve

Oh snap I have made it to size 12.  I have lost another three inches off my waist and have dropped another 5 pounds for a grand total of 30 since January.  I can't believe how good I look.  Slipping into some old jeans a few weeks ago I found a 20$ in the pocket and felt doubly rewarded.  I didn't feel any guilt the next day as I went to Target and got some 25 pound weights.  I love my arms, but there is still some fat on them.  In a way I find it more motivating to lose the fat off my arms so that I can better see all the rockin muscle.  My abs are still a problem.  I dislike crunches and honestly find any excuse to not do them.  I also never realized how addicted to Diet Coke I am.  Every weight loss article on the planet says stop drinking soda if you want to lose the belly.  Grrr....  I feel good about going into the holiday baking season ahead of the game.  Now the one flip side about all this weight loss is that if I drop below a size twelve I will have no clothes, now everyone says reward yourself with new clothes.  Well first off all I like my size 12 dresses, and second, I have no money.  So that does sit in the back of my mind as a dilemma.