I'm losing 10 lbs by Christmas

I tried to put my pants on today. I say "tried" because I did not succeed. I know Yoda says, "Do or do not, there is no try", so I guess to be accurate, I did not put my pants on this morning. These were not some ridiculous size 2 pants from my dust covered box in the basement. These were the same pants I wore two weeks ago. This was also the day I discovered that the God of Auto Repairs is not smiling on me and Jake's car has bitten the big one, but that is another post. Back to my rear end.
Oh, and let me say, I'm not sharing this goal in an effort to hear my friends say, "But Alison, you're already so thin!" I'm sharing this goal in an effort to succeed. I want to be held accountable by all 2 of my readers (Mom and Jake). I want them to ask how it's going, have I drunk enough water today, have I gotten off my can and exercised, have I emptied the halloween candy jar single handedly during a hormone enduced, chick flik watching, gorge-fest on my living room floor. Again.
I'm not comparing myself to anyone else. Well, I am, but it's a girl I knew last summer. She could breath easier, run faster, her foot didn't hurt when she walked, and most importantly, she wore my pants. She's a less padded version of me and since I have no pants that fit and no money to buy some (thank you, auto-nation), I'm gathering my courage, closing the fridge, strapping on those sneakers, and by golly, I'm reclaiming my pants!