I popped a kid out, lost weight, stopped breastfeeding and gained weight. I further developed amazing relationships with some awesome women, and in turn felt abandoned by others. I made bad decisions, I made great decisions and I FINALLY finished watching Breaking Bad with my amazing husband. I turned 30, I aggressively chopped my hair off and I discovered that I no longer need white wine in my life - I'm so perfectly content just chugging reds. I learned to drop the discomforts of baring my body while breastfeeding, I was purchased a really, really nice vehicle by Brett and I ate my weight in pizza (happily).
I want to get down to a size 10 and beyond. I want to eat clean as often as possible. I want to take a photo every. single. day and compile a photo book at the end of the year to reflect. I want to again save enough money separately that I can buy a luxurious Christmas present for Brett without thinking twice. I want to help people learn how to get freebies as it's a passion of mine. I want to crochet a blanket, and sew dresses, and run a 7 minute mile, and finally find that perfect shade of red lipstick.
It's good to have goals, folks.