Hooray for Me!

I know it's not polite to ask a lady about her weight, but is it polite for a lady to tell you about it anyway?

Well, I don't care if it's polite or not, because I'm telling you about it and that's that.

This March, I stepped on our scale and almost cried.  I weighed 145 lbs.  Now, let me preface this by saying that I KNOW 145 is not "fat," and it still falls within normal BMI range for someone of my height (5'8"). Technically I was still healthy.  The discouraging part about the situation was that I had never weighed this much in my life.  My clothes were starting to be too small, and I bulged out of them.  I hated trying to squeeze myself into my favorite outfits.  My self-esteem was plummeting.

Compounding this issue was that my sister Cara is going to be a supermodel someday (you watch - she totally is).  She is a junior in high school and looks FABULOUS.  How would you like to have this girl as your sister?  (she's the one in blue).  I hate being compared to her because I don't look like that, and in March I weighed significantly more than her.  I felt like a fatty.

I knew I had to do something about my weight, not only for my confidence levels but for the fact that I couldn't afford new clothes to fit my larger self.  I started working out a couple times a week.  I never really "dieted" per se, but I just started looking at portion sizes of food and following them.  Did you know that a box of pasta is supposed to have eight servings in it?  Well, I used to eat an entire box of pasta in one sitting. Also, a slice of pizza is one serving, which means that splitting a large pizza between my husband and I was probably not very healthy.  Suffice it to say, I can eat a lot of food.  A LOT.  It just doesn't mean I should.  I started cutting my portions to smaller sizes and working out more.  I began weighing myself frequently, shooting for a weight under 130.  I had good weeks and bad weeks, but I wasn't losing as much weight as I wanted.  I was getting discouraged.  I decided that since I was working to live a healthy lifestyle and was at a technically healthy weight anyway, I should probably stop weighing myself obsessively.  Yesterday my husband and I went to the pool, though, and I noticed that my swimsuit bottoms felt really loose.  Strange...  I came home and weighed myself, and GUESS WHAT?!  Here's what the scale said:

Hooray for me!!  I lost fifteen pounds in a little over two months!  Now I'm sexy!  Ha ha...  Maybe not really, but I look better than I did.  I feel healthier, too.  This morning I took the ultimate test:  I tried on a size 2 pair of capris that I haven't been able to wiggle into for a long time.  Not only could I wiggle into them, but they fit well.  :-D  My old clothes fit well, and my "fat clothes" are too big.  Life is good.  I think I might celebrate by going out and buying a new swimsuit, since my old one is too stretched out for my new and improved self.  Either that or I'm going to eat a whole box of pasta (just kidding!).