85 pounds down, day 123.
My favorite sweater is drooping so bad now that I have to bend over to reach into the pockets. On the one hand, I’m elated. The other side of my brain says, “ Jesus, that was an $80 sweater!”.
In an effort to fully document this journey, I have noticed some things over the last couple weeks that I will share. One of them is the simple fact that every time I look into a mirror, I find myself flexing {laugh}. The muscles are popping up on my arms much quicker than I had anticipated and I feel like a superhero. I find that I poke it at just to make sure that its muscle and not some growth coming in. It’s hard to see muscle on my body even though I can feel it in certain places. When I can actually see it? OMG. I realize you don’t share my excitement right now…. but…. look at these *pointing at arm*
Speaking of my favorite sweater, I get cold quite easily which was not the case several months ago. You don’t realize that when you lose weight, your thyroid hormone levels drop which can make you feel chilly.
I noticed that some of the old rolls on my face were hiding a few fine lines here and there. I started to wonder…… “oh my gosh is my face going to have all these wrinkle lines when I get all this weight off??” Some of my fat was hiding my age.
Food tastes better. I know that sounds weird, but it does. I found myself Monday night swaying back and forth in my chair humming a wonderful tune as I ate the most delicious salad in the world. Fruits and vegetables taste so good. I crave them as soon as wake up.
(I’m hoping) I’m about a month away from hitting the big 100. That’s 100 freaking pounds, I can’t even fathom it. Well – for the sake of conversation your body changes. Your hormones start changing, I mean spiking. I don’t even want to talk about it, but let’s just say I have to stay away from the men’s cologne. This shit is real.
I have a hard time figuring out what to wear; partly because I’ve been stuck in such high sizes for so long, my choices were limited. When you suddenly have choices? Ugg. You start trying to figure out what your personal style is. What is that right? Do I like… plaid? Stripes? leggings? Leather? Pinstripes? Flowers? (gulp)
Progress becomes addictive. What they say is true: Those feel-good endorphins that flood your bod after a killer boot camp class really are addictive. I want them all the time now.
I’ve had a few bad days here and there but overall? Nothing but good vibrations over here – that flexing superhero thing and all. I have every reason to be excited and proud.
100 lbs, here we come.
Lovingly,
Bean
