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Watershed:
I thought I would be stuck in the 90s forever but after significant attempts to calibrate my shitty scales so that I'd get the same reading twice, I got 90.2kg three times in a row. That puts me at (just) under 200lbs, and (just) under a BMI of 30 (29.7 for BMI and 198.8lbs), which means I'm now medically "overweight" rather than "obese". I'm also 2lb/1kg shy of being exactly halfway to the destination weight, and depending on which goalpost I moved, 5kg/10kg from a haircut.
I've regained a neck, some collarbones, and a smooth back - the folds have gone away no matter how I stand - and it's now possible to see that I have a hip tattoo even if part of it is still hidden. I have a lot more energy, even though it's dead fucking winter, and while my mood is still all over the place it's less all over the place than it was. Also I've started trying to climb ever tree we pass, which is driving Jess nuts, but that could be a lot worse.
Interview:
No idea how the interview part went but of the two tests of things that would comprise pretty much the entirety of my job, one was referred to as "excellent" both to me and to boyfriend-who-works-with-man-interviewing-me. I'm hoping that's a good sign and will cover for me being a) indecently early and b) incoherently enthusiastic in the interview.
EITHER WAY IT'S OVER NOW AND I'M GOING TO SEE SUE PERKINS THIS EVENING.
(So far today I have been to the garden centre and bought a tiny Christmas tree, tiny baubles, and tiny lights. Jess is going to make a tiny star. I don't feel much for festive but I feel a lot for small things and am covered in glitter because I tried on a lot of decorations).
I thought I would be stuck in the 90s forever but after significant attempts to calibrate my shitty scales so that I'd get the same reading twice, I got 90.2kg three times in a row. That puts me at (just) under 200lbs, and (just) under a BMI of 30 (29.7 for BMI and 198.8lbs), which means I'm now medically "overweight" rather than "obese". I'm also 2lb/1kg shy of being exactly halfway to the destination weight, and depending on which goalpost I moved, 5kg/10kg from a haircut.
I've regained a neck, some collarbones, and a smooth back - the folds have gone away no matter how I stand - and it's now possible to see that I have a hip tattoo even if part of it is still hidden. I have a lot more energy, even though it's dead fucking winter, and while my mood is still all over the place it's less all over the place than it was. Also I've started trying to climb ever tree we pass, which is driving Jess nuts, but that could be a lot worse.
Interview:
No idea how the interview part went but of the two tests of things that would comprise pretty much the entirety of my job, one was referred to as "excellent" both to me and to boyfriend-who-works-with-man-interviewing-me. I'm hoping that's a good sign and will cover for me being a) indecently early and b) incoherently enthusiastic in the interview.
EITHER WAY IT'S OVER NOW AND I'M GOING TO SEE SUE PERKINS THIS EVENING.
(So far today I have been to the garden centre and bought a tiny Christmas tree, tiny baubles, and tiny lights. Jess is going to make a tiny star. I don't feel much for festive but I feel a lot for small things and am covered in glitter because I tried on a lot of decorations).