Um... this is weird. I can finally start to see that I've lost weight.
No no no. I KNOW that the scale has told me that I lost weight. And I know that my clothes are telling me that I've lost weight. And so are my friends and family. The information hasn't completely been processed to my head yet, though.
But yesterday, I looked in the mirror and I didn't see Super-Fat Girl. And I went shopping with my new boss and another associate at lunch time, at Chico's, and BOUGHT SOMETHING (that will make BK happy
). In their size 2, which according to their website is a "Medium" or a 10/12. Now, that shirt is not wearable yet -- I need to lose some more weight before it is comfortable, but it went on, it buttoned, and I didn't look like a stuffed sausage in it. I think Chico's sizes must run a bit big, or maybe not, I dunno. I'm wearing a 16 pretty solidly right now, and I have one pair of 14 (tall, sorry bk) pants in my closet that now zip and button. Still too snug to actually wear, but I didn't have to lie down on the bed to make 'em zip. I tried that combination on, the cream colored 14T pants and the size 2 royal purple long-sleeved silk blouse, and I TUCKED THE BLOUSE IN to the pants and came downstairs. My husband was shocked. I looked in the mirror and got the hugest grin on my face.
And yesterday at work, one of the men who doesn't really know me yet did an actual double take. He came out of his office as I was walking by, nodded, started to walk in the same direction ahead of me. Just for a second, though, he stopped, turned his head back to look at me, and smiled and said "hello!" That's couldn't have been a "wow you've lost weight!" smile, because he doesn't know that I have. But I looked GOOD yesterday, I know I did.
Oh man...
Yup, I still have a lot of weight to lose -- 43 pounds. Now this is silly, but I'm ecstatic that "I only have 43 pounds left to lose!" I'm at my lowest weight in 25, maybe 30 years. I graduated from high school 30 years ago at 197, and crossed the 200 mark that summer before college.
I don't know what a non-fat me looks like at this point, especially as an adult (I have pictures, some, from high school, but let's not EVEN go there. All-girl Catholic high school, uniforms, and I was the fat, brainy kid. ::shudder:: ). I'm becoming very vain, looking in the mirror every time I go by just to see what I look like and try to re-set my brain for this.
Some of you who were around in January might remember that I was lugging sandbags around the first part of January to help a friend up on the hill behind me protect her home from flooding. Although I've talked to her several times since then, I haven't actually seen her. Our families are getting together for a BBQ on Monday, and this is going to be fun, when she sees me for the first time.
My new secretary has heard me rave about this Medifast thing since I started there three weeks or so ago, and she now has spoken to Nancy and made her first order, so we'll be doing this together by next weekend or so. Who would ever have thought that
I would ever be an inspiration for someone else to lose weight?
As I tell the young'uns who show up on this board from time to time (that would be any of you under 30!), DO IT. I wish to God that I had had this available 30 years ago.