The past week or so,
I think I hit some sort of mental plateau with the whole weight loss thing.
weights, cardio,
cardio, crunches
weights, cardio
healthy organic food cardio
yadayada etc, got to me and I swooped and blitzed down a whole bunch of healthy garbage + some v.excellent chocolate.

Usually, after a binge fest, I am consumed by guilt and resolve to do better.
But not this time.
Nothing motivated me.
Neither the thought of meeting Boy's super shiny relatives,
nor the thought of going kayaking & other possible water activities with Boy
not even JM's warnings about absolutely having to look gorgeous for this 'once-in-a-lifetime' picture.

What did get me was this:

Childhood family friend who I haven't seen/heard from in years except through tidbits from parents' reached out through cyberspace.
Nostalgic and all that.
How-ever,
she sent me photographs of wedded bliss and the thought that ran through my head:
Gawd. I SOOOOO need to look better than HER.
Because that's the kind of competitive wench I am.

So now am motivated again.