15 POUNDS!!!
Verifiable. Unverifiable, maybe as much as 25 lbs. I’m SO elated to have quit bouncing around the 238-240 mark.
And the kicker, like the icing on the cake is that I feel GREAT.
We’re heading to WDW to celebrate my 30th birthday this weekend, and I’m already packed. Bruce’s 1st Birthday invitations should go out as soon as we get back (or I could take them to Fl. and have them post marked Walt Disney World) and they’re already designed. Printing will probably be an all-day thing, but I’ve got TWO DAYS ’til we leave that won’t be full of packing/preparing for this trip.
Plus, I ordered most of the pieces of my outfit for a steampunk wedding that I’m going to next month, and they all fit. It’s really starting to come together.
Maybe I shouldn’t be disclosing my weight. Hm. OR! Maybe weight, like age, is just a crappy number. I mean, society can judge me by that. That’s fine. But that’s not who I am. And, I mean, really, as I’ve said before, you can get all in a huff about that number, but it’s not like I can hide it. I wear my shame around my body every day. And yeah, I am ashamed of it. A lot of “husky” folks may not be, but I am. I feel super uncomfortable in my own skin. I’m always tugging at my clothes and hiding behind other people in pictures and leaning on walls at parties. That’s not to say that I will feel more at home my thinner skin, but when I was thinner back in the day, I was more comfortable.
I’m suddenly addicted to Simple and Fit Veggie Omelets from IHOP made with egg whites, mushrooms and spinach.
That La Kid 
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