It's called a 'cruel irony'...

Want to hear the good news? I've officially hit my goal weight. Yeah, after 7 months of tiny ups and downs, I've whittled myself into quite the svelte character. And I'm not going to lie--I'm pretty proud of myself. I don't look back and think that I've cheated myself in any way (as far as eating goes), and I honestly like how I feel!

I'm not here writing this to brag about the size I wear or how many inches I've lost, but I'm incredibly happy to be celebrating the achievement of a goal. A concrete, write-it-down-and-work-each-day goal. It's a tad strange, though, because I'm thinking, "So...what now?" I'll tell you what now: Keep exercising. Keep eating my daily oatmeal. Keep sneaking in the fun food but not letting it take its control over me.

What does slightly annoy me is that I have hit this fabulous milestone right on the brink of a particularly difficult season for a food-lover--Thanksgiving and Christmas. Come on, when it comes down to the choice of eating four extra rolls or the decision to have pie for breakfast, I have to admit: I. AM. WEAK. And Christmas candy? If it's red, I'm eating it.