Tomorrow, I am starting insanity.
And to be honest, I am scared beyond my wits. But I gained back weight because after the holidays, I stopped being so on track. So now, it’s time to get back into shape! I miss exercising too. I love the feeling :)
Tonight was a good one :)
Even though I ate McDonalds. But it was with my brother and we don’t get to hang out as much as we used to. And I was good and got a plain McChicken (which is not nearly as good as a regular one.) I missed those times. I love him dearly.
I ate just over 750 calories today.
Stupid sick body, throwing me out of whack and shit.
MY SHIRT ALMOST FITS!
HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS! Sorry. I may be over enthusiastic about this but when I initially bought the shirt it was too small. Then I kept gaining weight and obviously, it didn’t get any better. It’s flannel, so it doesn’t stretch either. BUT! It’s beginning to fit. Eeep! And I love it! ITS SO RED!
Kay bye
“The Pantie Difference”.
For lack of a better phrase, that’s what we’re calling it. Every big girl knows the pantie difference. You know, the difference between how that cute pair of panties looks on you and how they look on the size two model pictured on the Arie poster? The fabric gathers in the crease in you hips and you butt is always a little too big and the patterns get distorted? Yup, it’s the pantie difference and I’ve lived with it for 10 years. Until yesterday.
Since I’ve been losing weight, I’ve made it a point of looking in my body in the mirror, just to get acquainted with it. I figure I’m spending so much time worried about it, I might as well know it by heart! Well, yesterday, after stripping for my shower, I casually walked in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Then, I noticed how fricken adorable my blue plaid panties looked (I know it’s a bit TMI, but you should have been able to tell by the title). I couldn’t figure out why I was just now noticing, because I had bought them about a year ago (along with the most adorable reindeer ones, mind you, but they will have their own story). However, I have the attention span that lasts about as long as this sentence, so I let it go and took my shower.
After toweling off, putting on my undergarments of choice, and once again staring at my panties in the mirror, I figured it out; They were fitting right. They were fitting like I had imagined them fitting when I bought them. They were smooth across the front and the plaid lines were almost perfectly straight (this time, they were pink). No streching, distortion, or wrinkling. I thought perhaps it was that I had just put them on and they were only like that because I had not moved. So, like the interesting person that I am, I walked around the house a bit and picked up a few things. Then I walked back to the bathroom. Despite some shifting on my ass (still huge, unfortunately), the inner thigh seam hadn’t ridden up and the outer thigh seem hadnt gathered into the bend at my hip. Everything had stayed pretty much where I thought it was supposed it.
And what made the difference was two pounds. I had lost two pounds over this past week. This might sound like a silly thing to make a big deal about, but this is the first physical difference I have noticed after losing fifteen pounds.
Anonymous asked: How do you manage not to over eat?
Well, I don’t manage, all the time. I slip up more that I would like to admit. But I’ve begun eating my food out of mugs. That way, I have smaller portions, and the risk of over eating is severely reduced. I also put Cayanne (did I spell that wrong?) pepper on everything. I don’t know if it REALLY helps but I don’t tend to over eat if the food is spicy. Maybe thats just me though.
