Pencil skirts used to hate me, and I hated them right back. It didn't matter what size I was, I would stick out in front (thanks, chili cheese fries!) and back (thanks, genetics!) and just looked all kind of awkward.
So, for a very long time, I didn't wear skirts (or dresses) at all. I suppose fashion finally cycled back to my shape, because I began buying dresses of styles that I could actually wear with confidence - A-line, circle or hip-pleated.
Then I bought a few
Updated February 28th, 2014 at 03:23 PM by Shrew2u
I like to step on the scale every evening, fully clothed, belly full of food and water. It is a reminder to me of how far I've come, when I can step on the scale and weigh less than I did, buck naked in the morning after using the family throne, 16 months ago.
There are other reminders. My knees carry me through the day without pain. My rings not only wiggle pleasingly, they tilt over sideways sometimes. I tuck my shirt in when I wear pants. I don't have odd lumps of Shrew poking
About 15 pounds ago (early-mid November), I was at a plateau in my weight, so I decided to review my eating habits. They were fine: lots of nutritious veggies, nice amount of healthy fats, lower carb, little to no crap.
Then I looked at what I was drinking. I started each day with several large cups of coffee, flavored with a bit of creamer. I didn't measure the creamer - but surely I wasn't getting more than the 5 net grams of carb per serving that the label said, eh? I rationalized
I am halfway to a pot of soup - chicken has been baked, mushrooms and kale in the fridge, chicken stock in the cupboard. I need to drag my butt into the kitchen and get it going, so I can have something warm and filling to take to work with me.
In the meantime, I am 0.8 pounds from goal (screw you, scale, you're going in the wrong direction right now). I wore my most unforgiving size 8 dress...and it was roomy. I bought a new pair of size 8 jeans...not as roomy, but I could easily
My scale and I are on good terms, these days. It told me that I should eat more before the rest of my body caught up and smacked me on the head. My precipitous weight drop between Jan 21 and Jan 29 seems to have leveled off, thank God, Darwin or whomever controls the universe.
Tomorrow I might get to sleep in until 7:00; I'll bring my husband the Sunday papers, take the kids on an outing, do some laundry and buy some veggies for a lovely, nutritious chicken, kale and mushroom soup
I have a friend who is teaching in Abu Dhabi this semester, and we've been emailing back and forth frequently for the past week or so. Usually, our communication frequency is in terms of months rather than hours. Since he's far from the distractions of normal life, we've been chattering like magpies in the evening, when my day is ending and his is just beginning. Anyway, I had asked about his weekend and he described going to brunch, Abu Dhabi-style: Friday afternoon was brunch with
I am a Volunteer Income Tax Assistance (VITA) Site Coordinator and preparer for my agency, preparing state and federal tax returns at no charge to local residents. Considering I save folks $100-300 for the service, the overwhelming majority are grateful for my service. And it shows - when I see a client once for a return prep, I'm likely to see them every year from that point forward. Them, and friends, neighbors and relatives that they have directed my way.
That's important in providing
Before I reached my high point in weight, the Hubbs and I splurged on a new closet, with double hanging racks for both of us, an A/V shelf, a drawer for important papers, laundry baskets and shoe drawers. Being so disorganized never looked so good.
But my side of the closet was also pretty bare, after I cleaned out everything that didn't fit. I held onto some size 6 business casual pants and some small, pretty halter tops that I used to like to wear. The rest of my closet was inhabited
I know the number that works for me.
It's the only number I track, now - I don't count anything else. As long at I don't eat crap 90% of the time and mind the 8, I stay on target. It's almost horrifying to write that, especially here. But I have to be honest. I got caught in a cycle of count/obsess/cheat/self-denigrate/resolve/count...and I gained nearly 20 pounds between July 2011 and November 2012.
*That* really was horrifying. My knees hurt, my wedding
Whats up guys, update that end of aug 2013 i was close to 280lbs.
5 months down the line i am now fighting to get less than 240lbs.
It may not be as drastic as some losses but that 40lbs really helps with appearance, capabilities, and attitude.
I am controlling my carbs just not at 20g per day.
I have already reclaimed my charity suitcase clothes. And am feeling more zesty than a bag of oranges.
Keep up the good fight,