No, not literally. I did not literally lose my almost-3-year-old. I mean this in terms of weight loss.
In other words, I need to Lose a Luca. This thought ocurred to me the other day, and I almost laughed mid-meeting. But then I realized, it's a good, live reminder.
So is this picture, which my brother took of me while I was visiting him and my sister-in-law in the hospital when she was in labor:
Now, don't get me wrong...I love this picture for what it is. It's so rare for me to have pictures with other people (I'm usually behind the camera) and it's a great day to capture. But I can't focus on the joy of the day when I'm so distracted by my back fat and my puffy cheeks.
And that's just sad. It gives me further motivation to really Do This Thing. I don't want to forever be looking at pictures of big days in my life and thinking "Eh, I really wish I had posed differently so my back fat wasn't showing!"
I'm down 1.5 pounds this week, which I am pretty proud of, but there's so much more to go. If I want to lose a Luca, I need to lose 27 pounds, and so far I've lost 4. But that's 4 pounds I've kissed goodbye and don't ever plan to see again!