Getting Rid of that HUMP Day;)

The day has come that I have been both anxiously waiting and dreading: my first weigh in wednesday in quite a long while. 
But first, let me back up a bit.
I have been doing fairly well at eating clean and exercising these past couple days. Monday I had toast with sugar free jam, cheese ravioli, asparagus, tortilla chips with salsa, carrots, and watermelon. I also ran & lifted. Yesterday, along with doing arms, I had a bowl of special K cereal, cheese ravioli with turkey meatballs (for lunch and dinner), asparagus, cinnamon graham crackers, and carrots...and unfortunately while I was at work, I let my will power and determination down for 2 seconds and ate 1/2 of an extra Reuben
sandwich at work. I had already eaten my ravioli and wasn't full but I was satisfied. It pains me to report that again, food exercised its power over me and I spent the rest of the night feeling guilty and ashamed. It's in the past now and all I can do is try to learn from it and do better today. On a brighter note, I dodged the nachos all-together. 
Moving past that and onto today, I weighed in at 185.6 pounds...which given the amount of pizza I ate last weekend is a miracle. 

So here are my new goals: I want to work super hard for the rest of this summer. I want to run in the Bix and spend the next week training to run in the Bix. I want to not go all hog-wild on the weekends and thus sabotaging all that I've worked for during the week. I want to constantly remember that in one year I am going to another country, and I want my weight to be one less thing I have to worry about over there. I want to find new motivation every single day and not let slip ups get the best of me. I want someone to talk to who can give me tips and support without feeling either superior to my experience or inferior to my accomplishments. I want to weigh in ONLY one time every single week so as to not give myself false hope. And most importantly, I want to weigh 175 pounds by the time I get back to school by August 20th. 

How do I feel?

*EVERYONE* says that losing weight isn't solely about the numbers on the scale. So when I become scale-obsessed it actually hurts rather than helps my progress. But I need to know that I making progress. I look at the scale and 185.6 doesn't make me the happiest girl on the planet, but when I think about how far I've come from 223 pounds, and how I only have 10 measly pounds to reach my next goal, I don't feel as down on myself.

When I look in the mirror, though, I feel pretty good about myself. I can put a bikini on without wanting to puke in my mouth, and I can wear shorts and tank tops confidently. My two problem areas are my stomach and my thighs, and I know with cardio and weight training, I will look my best in no time!