Okay!

I guess since I opened my big mouth, it is only right to finish what I started.

I bet a lot of people have already guessed what it is.

However, I am going to spill my guts, my embarrassment, and my weight.

I started this with a whole list of goals. I think that the obvious one was to be able to wear and itty-bitty, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot one piece. (Just to be able to wear one. I look horrible in yellow.)

But to get to that goal there were a couple of goals that I had to reach first.

The first being - have the surgery.

Then lose 20 pounds.

The third and most recently met goal was to get below...

Why is this so hard?

*deep breath*

200 pounds

There. I wanted to get below 200.

So, I have done it. I wanted to make sure that it wasn't a fluke. So, I waited a week to make sure that it was true. It looks like I am now 3 pounds below that goal.

(Did you like how I made you do some math and managed not to write out my actual weight at the same time? Pretty tricky, Huh?!)

Now, I have a favor to ask of the masses.

If, at anytime, you get tired of listening to my weight-loss ramblings, please let me know.

I will try to keep it to a minimum.

May your Christmas be filled with love, laughter, cookies, and spiked eggnog!