Flashback: 1991 Senior Prom
Please file this under: Why on earth did I ever think I was fat in high school?!
Now get ready to be jealous. Even though I would often drive the family mini van (so hip!) I had the great fortune of inheriting this sweet ride from my Mom:
Tomato and I spent many, many hours fogging up the windows in that beauty. 1966 Cherry Red Ford Mustang with bucket seats, baby! I had my first kiss in that car (not from Tomato, but that’s another story entirely).
When I was visiting Tomato in Los Angeles last month we talked about how to celebrate our upcoming 20th anniversary of friendship and both agreed we should take a trip somewhere together. We’ve also both been getting healthy and losing weight so we decided to make reaching our respective weight loss goals part of the celebration- fuel to the fire so to speak. What better way to celebrate 20 years of friendship and (bonus!) healthy bodies than to take ourselves somewhere tropical where we can lay about in swimsuits on sandy beaches working on our tans (effort in futility since I just freckle) and sipping cocktails?
If we reach our goals come July 2010 we are going to Hawaii. Neither of us have ever been if you can believe that. HAWAII! We better reach our goal goddamnit because I WANT TO GO. It’s the end all, be all of rewards.
Last week I made an expensive purchase as my reward for reaching my second weight loss goal of 30 pounds lost. I’ve always wanted boots. I’ve held this image of me wearing them with a dress looking hip and chic and somehow that means to me that I’m that much closer to being the me I feel like I am inside. Like my outsides are catching up to my insides which you might recall was on my initial list of goals. I am really, really hoping those boots fit my calf. (What is with boots having such a small circumference?)
Between the boots and Hawaii lay more goals and rewards though I’m just not sure which to apply to which. There are two things I really want but have been waiting until I achieved a pinnacle of weight loss success- 1) a new tattoo and 2) a pin up photo shoot. I have 50lbs to go to reach my final number and Hawaii. I’m thinking: 45lbs down I get the tat and 65lbs down I get the photos. What do you think?
Now if you excuse me, I have to go work out.