Okay, so I have literally squealed on this beautiful day. I was hoping, hoping, HOPING that I lost all the weight from the last Sunday's unfortunate events. Last Sunday, I registered at 187 lbs. The next morning, my scale hissed and growled at me (if only in my head) when 191.8 was glaring up at me.
This morning: 185.2. Sweetness. Not only did I lose what I gained, I lost 1.8 lbs more.
This is completely due to my morning jogs and weekend hikes. Plus I haven't exceeded my recommended caloric intake since last Sunday. I had been slacking slightly on my workouts for the past month because of the heat and well, my overall slackerosity.
But this week has been the kick in the derriere I've been needing for the past month. I had been feeling a little stuck. Not as if I hit a weight plateau, but just a general stuckness. Like the world threw me lemons and I didn't defend myself. I just let them hit me. Ouch.
Seeing the tracker on my sparkpage is when I found out that I hit the mid-way point of my goal. How fabulous is that?!? I am 1.5 points (aka 12 pounds) away from hitting the healthy range of the BMI scale. Wowsers. Today was also my 40 pounds lost milestone. Do you realize that that is 8 five pound sacks of sugar? Can you picture how heavy it would be to carry those bags in your arms? Lord Almighty. I had that IN me. HAD. I picture those sacks in an ancient graveyard filled with discarded fat and extra inches. Rest in peace, blubbery self doubt, insecurity and plus size clothing. I shall not bring you flowers. I shall not mourn.
Yesterday, I went for my platelet donation. Those folks are the best. If you ever need an esteem boost, go donate blood! LoL My guy, Joe, interviewed me once again. Not wanting to hurt my feelings (I presume), he started a conversation with, "I mean this as a compliment..." PAUSE. "You were a pretty girl when you were heavy, but now you're a knockout! And I can say this because I'm a cute old man, so it's not creepy."
I couldn't even pretend to be offended, you know? I know I was heavy. Everyone who has ever met me, anyone who has ever SEEN me, knows that. What got me was when he said, "when you were heavy". He didn't say, "when you were heavIER". Like he didn't consider me to be overweight anymore. I still do. Maybe that's because I have to see ME naked, haha. It was just a crazy, emotional feeling.
Later, while I was in the middle of my donation, a gentleman was given the chair next to me. Joe introduced us like he was Chuck Woolery, trying to make a Love Connection. And starts telling him, "I hope this doesn't embarrass Shelby, but she's lost a LOT of weight." Uhh, thanks Joe. But the guy made a comment where he asked if I was planning on losing more, and his reaction seemed like he didn't think I should have replied in the affirmative. It was sweet.
Oh, on Friday, I texted the Boy, just a little something, "Hey Hotness, hope you're having a fantastic Friday!" His reply? "What up sexy girl!" Now, our 'relationship' (for lack of a better term at this point in time), has always been based on substance, humor and laughter. Neither of us has ever made comments to the other in regards to physical appearance. I thought I would text him with 'hotness' in a sweet, flirty way to kind of let him know that it would be okay to bring that element into the fold, if he wanted. Apparently it worked. Now I know that the Boy finds me sexy *SIGH*
Insert goofy grin for the next three days here.
Much love, my SparkleLovelies