Point Me To the Nearest Mall
Okay you guys, I just love this and I'm feeling silly and giddy right now. But man oh man I don't think I have EVER been so in love with clothing as I am now at my goal weight.
I am currently wearing an amazing Custo Barcelona shirt and black Bebe club pants with killer high heeled boots and my husband has forbidden me to walk out of the house. Of course the pants are for going out...they might look a little odd in the high school classroom, and the boots work great for going out but not walking too long or too far. I never thought I'd be so enamored with dressing up! I used to be a nice dresser, but not overly fancy because I always felt like I was gilding a turd. (Yes, low self esteem was one of my issues, why do you ask?) I'd dress more for camoflage (so as not to stand out as dressing too frumpy, but not too fashionable either) or for coverage (large shirts, baggy-ish pants, flats for shoes. I feel like I've gone from a fat, sluggish caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly!
Of course my poor honey is wondering where all the money goes each month...but hey, it's not how you feel, it's how you look, right? *
*Please note that this is a facetious comment and is in no way meant to construe that the author actually is so completely full of vanity that she believes looking good is more important than feeling good. For more information on this and other strange things the author might say that can easily be taken out of context, please read her blog. She is often goofy and over the top, but deep down is very very serious about good health. Just ask her poor husband who asked her this morning if it was really necessary to spend two hours in the gym every day. **
**Please note that the author is not so obsessed with going to the gym that she actually spends two hours in the gym every night. In fact she spends 30 minutes at Curves in the morning and 60-75 minutes at the YMCA in the evening. The author is currently training for the Danskin Triathlon which means that she has to spend time each day working on cardio and her muscles.***
***Please note that the author does lift weights every day in an effort to get "Angela Basset arms." While she may never be as beautiful as the amazing Angela Basset, at least she'll have hot arms.
What do I miss? No the question is, what DON'T I miss!?
I was reading with interest a thread on the Weight Watchers board about missing certain foods. Someone had asked what they missed the most since joining WWers. Initially I just couldn't believe what I reading because I, after almost 2 years on WWers, was thinking "Wow, I can hardly relate to that any more. I can't imagine eating the way I used to again...ever."
Yet I used to. I used to eat without thinking. I used to love my fast food and my candy. Now a lot of my tastes have changed, but some of those things I do still enjoy...just in moderation. So if I were to say do I miss anything? Not really because I still eat it all if I want it. I just don't eat it all at the same time, or as much as I used to.
So here is what I DO NOT miss...what about you?
1. Putting on an outfit I haven't worn in awhile and being unable to button it.
2. Feeling naseous because I ate way more than I needed to.
3. Constant adult acne due to the poor quality of my nutrition.
4. Pretending to stop and chat or look at something when walking up a flight of stairs to hide the fact that I was too out of shape to make it up ONE FLIGHT without needing a rest.
5. Having to prove that I had a brain over and over again because a FAT WOMAN couldn't POSSIBLY know anything about technology.
6. Constantly dealing with heartburn. I never EVER get it any more.
7. Sitting in a movie theater needing to use the bathroom, but not wanting to get up because it would mean moving my substantial bottom in front of people and squishing them as I walked by.
8. Shopping in the Large department and not being able to buy trendy clothes...and if I did I'd realize at some point that I looked ridiculous because they weren't meant for such large bodies.
9. Getting pictures back from an event where I had thought I looked good and realizing...I looked bloated, uncomfortable, and just plain fat.
10. Being the "fat" sister in a family of very attractive siblings. (I am now the skinny sister.)
None of that is worth being able to scarf down more than one piece of pizza, McDonalds ANYTHING (especially when I can make a burger that tastes SO much better), or downing half a pound of M&Ms without thinking. No way!
