Remember these when you want carbs/chocolate/butter:

Reasons to win this battle, and the next, and the next:

1.  So you won't have to start again on Monday.
2.  So that your thighs don't make you cringe every time you take a step.
3.  So that shopping can be as thoroughly fun as it deserves to be.
4.  So that you can stop putting, "Lose weight," at the top of your New Year's resolution list.
5.  So you can bask in the accomplishment of finishing what you started.
6.  So you're all poise, grace, and careless beauty.
7.  So you can stop envying ballerinas.
8.  So you don't feel like everyone's disgusted by your thighs in denim shorts.
9.  So you aren't hurt when people teasingly call you fat.
10. So you can finally buy the types of clothes you used to wait for.
11. So baggy tops and sweaters look cute, not like you're trying to cover your fat.
12. So you can stop feeling that feeling you feel when you tell yourself how cute an outfit will look once you get thin.
13. So when you look in the mirror and cry, it's because you finally did it, not because you're ashamed.
14. So you can feel sexy no matter what you're wearing.
15. So you can forfeit ownership of the thunderthighs.

New reasons to get off my 145lb derriere and lose the weight:

1.  To make my boyfriend's ex-wife (more) jealous:
I am not a bitter person.  I mean, I try not to be.  However, everything about my boyfriend's ex is superficial, artificial, and malice-filled.  I genuinely tried to like her and give her the benefit of the doubt about the awful things my boyfriend said to her (after all, there are two sides to every story) .  Over time, though, she has proved to be everything my boyfriend had described and more.  She calls him drunk in the middle of the night, even though she's engaged (to the man she left him for), she always answers the door in barely anything when he comes to pick up their daughter, and she speaks ill of me to him.  She has her attractive qualities.  Unfortunately for her, all of those qualities are manufactured.  Her poor skin is hidden by layers of makeup.  Her bland hazel eyes are masked with colored contacts.  Her hair is the product of 300 dollars every 2 months. The one thing she can't hide are the big dinners she's been scarfing with the fiancee.  Oh, and the fact that she's an idiot.  Anyway, this week the bitch got salmonella and lost 12 pounds, so I have some catching up to do.

2.  So the only thing I have to worry about when it comes to shopping is the price:
My boyfriend doesn't get why I'm not happy when he takes me to the mall once a month and offers me every pretty thing I look at.  If you deal with what I deal with, you do.  There is no joy in allowing my wonderful boyfriend to buy me a beautiful top or dress that will showcase dumpy thighs and a doughy tummy.

My first goal is to get back to 137.  From there, I'll keep going.

Love.