Cheerio

I got up and decided that today is the day I become accountable for the calories I put into my mouth. Okay, backstory, my sister went on the Flat Belly Diet and looks and feels great and yes I am a little jealous. Not of her success, but of the fact that I STILL wince when I look at myself in pictures, and I'm betting that she doesn't, okay maybe she still does, but that's beside the point, or is it?

I measure my Cheerios, damn, I've been eating more than a normal portion and my milk is almost twice the desired amount. Okay, good data point, keep going. My goal for over a year has been to break into the 160's, I'll take 169.5. All those 12 hour days and 4 flights of stairs I ran up and down in Florida have provided me with an unexpected bonus, I am closer than ever to meeting that goal. So I figure if my sister (who never counted a calorie in her life) can do it, so can I.

Realistically, I know I'll probably still wince when I see photos of myself. Heck, I wince at other people's plastic surgery faces. Most look frightenly freakish. Is that what I want? I'm guessing that wincing might just come with the aging territory. All my wisdom had to accumulate somewhere. I glance in the mirror, I'm pretty sure it's in my chins. I feel a lot smarter now.