Singin' "Idon'twannawait!!! For my buuuuuttt to get small-e-r-r!"

Could we hurry this up, please?

I am clearly a very impatient girl.  I've been at this almost a month now.  Tomorrow, in fact.  And things are progressing nicely.  I'm right on track and slightly ahead of schedule in terms of weight loss.  That's good, right?

Tonight, in my closet I found myself flipping through clothes and deciding what to wear to the office tomorrow.  I realized how many cute things I still can't cram myself into, held up a great pair of jeans, and I started singing the title of this blog:  "Idon'twannawait! For my buuuuutt to get small-er-r!"  (With apologies to Paula Cole, whom I adore...)

And it's true.  I don't want to wait.  I want to hit fast forward and instantly be 101 pounds smaller and wear the things that I think I should wear and look the way I think I should look.  I can see it in my mind, and I just want to see it on the rest of me.  (Or off the rest of me, I suppose.)

But maybe that's the problem with me, I think.  My need for instant gratification is what got me here in the first place, I suppose.  I wanted a cigarette (or something else), and I ate something instead.  And now here I am, two years later and staring at a number on a scale I could never have conceived of before.  I didn't get here in a month, and I won't lose it all in a month either.  (Which blows.)

So, I will wait.  I will be patient.  (I actually make a face like I'm tasting something bitter when I say those words out loud!)  I will continue to set small goals and celebrate successes along the way.  But I don't have to *like* it, just for tonight, do I?