Really- the kindness from you blows me away.
But it's a legitimate questions because I haven't posted an update since....May? Something like that. But while I have some truths to fess up to- I do have something very cool to report.
When I originally started my weight loss goal I was 183.6. You remember that post, don't you? OK, so it's not like I dropped 180 pounds or anything, and my new number most definitely could be a LOT better than it is. But it isn't because not only have I slacked off on going to Curves but I've slacked off from walking. To my credit though, I haven't just stopped exercising at all. I have been BUSY over the last two months and although in your head you think you'll have more time quitting a full time job, going to a part time one....you'd be wrong. Because I? Am everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I run, run, run all day every day and so I? Am exercising. AND I'm eating a LOT less than I did at my full time job. No offense, but now I realize what an enabler that job was as far as bad eating. Seriously- no wonder why most of us were gaining weight. And a lot of it. So now...I eat a lot better. Still no veggies...but almost no fast food. Very limited caffeine. Lots of water. Etc. Whatever.
But now that I'm going to be in more of a routine with my new job and I feel like life is going to stop flipping out- I'm starting my walking again. Saturday. Saturday is my big day to see if I can still continue with my two mile walk or if I have to work up to it again. I hope I don't, because that would suck.
Anyways. You want to know my number. Don't you??
Hookers, if you don't know how to do simple math.... that means I have lost 15.5 pounds. (Right?? I'm not wrong on my math am I? I fucking hate decimals.)
Some changes I've noticed body wise would include: smaller thighs and calves. My butt is not jiggly. OK, so it's a little jiggly but what's left I like. My waist is a little bit smaller- I have the tiniest beginnings of hour glass shape. My boobs? Are bigger.
I know- my boobs fucking grew. Instead of being 38D, I am now 36DD. Can someone fucking explain this to me? I am so enraged that my thigh fat has moved to my boobs I can't even tell you. Irritating.
OH- so another highlight? Back in March when I bought myself a t-shirt at the Muse concert, I bought a large because that was all they had and it didn't fit. It didn't even come close. Mr. O can attest to how small the shirt was because he got one like mine, same size. We joked about it, but seriously- how lame is that?! OK so now.....the shirt fits. I don't look like a fat girl squeezing into a small shirt anymore.
More importantly- it means I have crossed another thing off my list. *boobie flash*
If that isn't inspiration and motivation---- I don't know what is.