Maybe when I get to a 14, I'll keep going and work toward a 12. Maybe even then I'll go for a 10. HA! I don't remember wearing a 10, EVER! I remember squeezing into 12's in high school.....and I mean SQUEEZING. So an 8, uh, yeah, can't imagine that ever. I think I'm just big boned. Yeah. We're all big boned, right. :)
I look forward to finding out what a size 14 will feel like again. I wonder when I'm there if I'll be in the same boat as above where I still see the extra layers still ON me and not the extra layers that are gone. When I'm a 14, will I then not be satisfied until I'm a 12 or a 10 or an 8? I don't have any magic number goals. I don't think I need them.
Wait, maybe I do. I want a really low bmi. I want lots of muscles and strength. I want no wiggly jiggly stuff. Okay, how about just a teeny tiny bit of jiggly stuff. Kim, my kickboxing instructor calls the arm jiggles bingo arms. I don't want any bingo arms, legs, hips, butt, love handles, or thighs! So maybe that is my magic number. I'll count my jiggles.
Yep, that's it. I just figured it out. I have no magic number or size. I want to exercise everyday because it's fun and I love it. I want to keep trying new sports and exercises because of the joy it brings me. I want keep living no matter what size I turn out to be, and am. So when I meet 14 again, I'll have to write again how I'm feeling, how many jiggles I have left, and see where my head is at then. For now, I'm gonna keep on keepin' on demolishing the jiggles.