Guys, it’s Wednesday. And I weighed in. And … I’m blogging. On time.
Try not to pass out.
Andrew is out at an HOA meeting and I have a few minutes to sit down and write about my week. I’ve honestly been busting my ass this week, and it’s been amazing. I’ve eaten on plan, I’ve been shredding, and I’ve also been LOSING! My last post was more of the same ho-hum “why am I in a funk” drivel, and I’m so pumped to be out of the rut. I think it’s probably the fact that my half marathon is looming (November 3! OMG!), and I know I want to do well in the race.
It’s like butterflies are flitting around me 24/7.
That might be an exaggeration, but things are going really well for me. I’m taking on more work with my job, and I’m not going to work from home as much. This is HUGE for me, not only because it obvs is hard as hell trying to be productive with three kids running around, but being steps away from a kitchen isn’t any good. I usually eat really well at the office (well, except for that Five Guys episode…), and I’m excited to see what all that brings.
I think this is the first time — I mean, really the first time — that I feel like I can obtain 145 pounds. It’s always been my goal, but I kind of had doubt looming in the back of my mind the whole time. I went to Target to pick up a gift for one of Emma’s friends (and forgot to get the two things Andrew asked for, oops), and decided to see if I could find a pair of shorts that I liked. I browsed a bit, grabbed six pairs of pants and shorts, and headed to the dressing room.
The weird thing? I grabbed pants that were size 18.
It’s not the first time I’ve done that. I really don’t know what it will take to convince myself that I don’t wear sizes like that anymore. At my heaviest, I wore a pair of 22 capris to my cousin’s wedding. Twenty. Two. I wish I would’ve kept them to do the whole “I can fit in one leg of these now!” photo opp, haha. Anyway, I tried on all of them, and the 14s were a little too big, so I went back out for a size 12.
Yeah, I still have some loose skin (ugh I could write a whole post about how that shit psychs me out so hard), but they FIT. I haven’t been a size 12 since early in my senior year of high school (7+ years ago)! I’m thrilled. I didn’t buy them, though! I want to hold off until I get out of the 150s to buy new jeans/shorts. I really, really need new bottoms, so hopefully that’s soon!
Alright, I wanted to keep this short so I could shred, so I’ll get to the good stuff…
The Weigh In
This morning, I weighed in at 152.6 pounds — that’s a 1.8 pound loss since the last time I weighed in, bringing my total weight loss to 54.8 pounds! So close to the 55 pound mark I can taste it! Except not really, ’cause I bet 55 pounds of fat tastes pretty effing gross.
You can read all of my weight loss posts in one place right here. BOOSH!