I'd almost forgotten this blog was even here. Rather than try and recount ever detail of the past what 6 months...sheesh.(.why do I let it lapse so bad anyway?) I'll just jump right back in.
Not much is different. I'm dieting AGAIN. I know..how shocking right? I'm telling you, somewhere in the world record book is a page reserved for me the woman who dieted the most. This one seems to be working very well though, and suprisingly, aside from a couple rather rouge months of coldstone creamery binging, I've been a rock solid loser.
I've got 6 lbs to go to get to my original goal weight..but I'm pushing for another 15 total. It might help my cause if I would actually use the Jazzercise membership that I pay for month after month. At some point someone needs to get all tough love on me and tell me to get my rear in gear..because it needs to be worked out.
The good and the bad news with all this weight loss, is my closet is now having issues. I'm breaking up with alot of clothes. I have an ever growing pile of "fat" clothes, that need to be hauled off to goodwill...before I have a chance to grow back into them. I realized that apparently I was in denial about how big I was getting when I realized that I had only two types of clothes in my closet: those that were WAY too small and I was using a funnel to shove myself into, or clothes that were too big. What in the heck was I wearing when I was charging up the scale? I mean, unless I blocked it out, which frankly the visual alone might have caused a memory block, then what was I wearing? It's one of life's mysteries right now. I really need clothes.
I'm trying to work up the courage to go jean shopping..but the thought of it makes me want to drive to krispy kreme and go nuts..so for now I'm wearing the old ones..and looking like I pooed in my pants because the butt is basically dragging on the floor from being too big. Ok, maybe it's not THAT bad..but I am having saggy draw issues .(that's me being southern..did it work?..ok moving on. lol) I just don't know if I am ready to go shop for jeans alone...my goal is the buckle..and those girls in there scare me. I might need moral support.