quickly
this post needs to go fast, as i am washing some clothes, sitting in pj's, with folks coming to my house for a bike ride in less than an hour. i did however get my living room vacuumed and that is a wonderful thing. i appreciate the 17 layers of dog hair moving down to 10 layers. when we buy a house, i really never want carpeting again..maybe in the bed rooms..but fuck man.
So the real reason for my update, not my fucking hairy carpet--i am sitting at 211!!! I have been literally bouncing from 213-219 for the last 2 mos. My weigh in February (at the place in San Antonio) was 219 (when i had been at 215 and less-this includes the biggest loser contest going on at work) and then was told by my doc that she wanted me to be at 209 by my March weigh-in. Well, i weighed in at 217! i was pissed..but my nurse insisted on taking my measurements to shut me the hell up. IT WORKED. I have lost almost 4 feet of myself. Yes folks, 4 FEET. That would be all of the areas of measurement added up. HOLY SHIT BATMAN, that is fucking crazy. Totally a different way of looking at it. Right now my body is going thru what is called a re-shaping. which explains why when i look down at myself i am always shocked. (and slightly amazed. and VERY proud.) This brings me to when i weighed in yesterday morn for the BL contest. I shouted WOOHOO in the girls bathroom at work and people ran in to ask what that meant. I was so happy to be at 211 when last Saturday I was 217! I was hoping my body would start catching up to itself.
200 is totally on the horizon...and it's just DOWN DOWN DOWN from there.
The incredible, shrinking Ape.
I love when people look at me now and call me skinny--(FUNNY since in the worlds eyes, i'd still be BIG) and recently i saw a picture of the back of me doing some dance thing at this team building for work, and i had to sit there a moment thinking "that is me??" the sagging ass in the jeans that were too big helped give that away, but the top half was like some other chick.
WOW!
That is my update. I have a bike ride planned with some members of BOB (BItches and Bastards on bikes--our "club" of stoner, fine-dining-loving, bad-ass bikers) and some other folks and then my cousin and i are going shopping as i have a wedding to go to next week and literally have NO dresses (that are NICE) in my size..i got a real nice silk dress in a 22...can't afford to take it in...need me a 16! oh yea. that's fucking right. 16! Dylan and i leave next week for Dallas (for the wedding) then leave for Branson MO to see his parents and take a little break in the hokiest city in the US. at least it's pretty and we can go hiking while we are there. can't fuck up my momentum for vacation. Further more, WE BOTH NEED a break from life and our work.
Ok, as i say to some of my customers..buh bye.