The other day I was looking at the mirror. I had on a bra and some shorts. I bent back to look at something above me and saw this weird dent in my upper belly. Couldn't figure it out. Did it again, still there. Poked around. Look, I found a sternum!
When I flex my feet, there are hollows in my calves. The watch that I bought myself last Christmas, the one that was so tight that it would cut off circulation, will probably need to have a link removed. My wedding ring is in danger of falling off any time now. The Old Navy shorts that I got just a few weeks ago that were a little tight are now too loose. The XXL t-shirts at Disneyworld hung on me like a tent. I don't get tired running up and down the stairs. My plantar fasciitis is gone. I can see my toes when I'm lying in bed. My chair doesn't creak when I sit in it. I dyed my hair and painted my toenails and bought makeup because I feel good about myself. I can wrap a towel around myself. I can wear clothes I haven't worn since 1996. I have lowered my BMI from 40.6 to 31.7. Soon I will be out of "Obese" territory and into merely "Overweight".
And I've lost 60.5 lbs!
After a scary gain caused by silly hormones, I ended up down 1.5 lbs for the week, for a total of 57.5 pounds lost so far!
Chest: 0" lost, for a total of 7.5"
Waist: 1" lost, for a total of 10"
Hips: 0" lost, for a total of 10"
Thigh: .5 lost, for a total of 5"
Last night I put on a pair of shorts that I haven't worn since around 1996, and they fit perfectly. I tried them a month ago and couldn't breathe with them on!