I finally have a good thing to write about which is awesome. As you all know I have been trying to shed some lbs this summer, and especially of late. I have lost a little over 20 lbs since this last winter but I have just really started to notice. I have been trying to do something active every night after work, be that softball practice, riding Possum or even just running down the road. I do feel a difference in my fitness level and my tummy is getting flatter for sure, but it's those damn love handles that just stick around.
I don't know why they call them love handles, cause I sure as hell don't love them and I don't know who else would. Their the start of a bonified muffin top which I am deathly afraid of. When I woke up this morning I was just walking around in a bra and underwear after I took a shower. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirron and I nearly jumped at the person I saw. No I wasn't rail thin or anything like that, but I saw some clear definition. I started to see small outlines of pecks in my stomach area and my legs were toned and defined. My shoulders were becoming more defined and my collar bone was noticeable. I was such in awe that I kept turning and looking from every angle, like a music box I had as a kid with a ballerina that twirled when the music played. Granted I am also very tan right now so that is always slimming to the eye.
I decided to do a little test. Just over a month ago I tried on a pair of cargo pants that are size 6 with no stretch to them at all. I couldn't even button the button on the top because it would have popped right off and the legs and butt area were so tight that I don't think I could have sat down. I gingerly picked up the pants that I had thrown in the corner of the shelf over a month ago and took a good look at them. With the nervousness of jumping off a cliff I opened them up and slid both legs in and pulled them up. To my pleasant suprise they came right up and without heisitation buttoned them right up. The legs weren't snug and there was even a little room and the waist area was snug, but not tight and I could definately not have to worry about popping the button off. I was so happy with the results that I decided to dig out my Tailored Sportsman breeches and try those suckers on. Their a 30in waist with no stretch in the waist or pant at all! I had bought them by accident 3 or 4 years ago without trying them on. Their the high waisted ones and with no stretch there is no hiding any bulge in these things. I put one leg in and then the other and then it was the moment of truth. Their side zip with a clip and not a button. Side zip equals getting over the "love handles" Without so much as a tug or a grunt or a 1,2,3, suck it in I was able to zip them up and clip them!!!
I havn't been able to wear those britches since last summer when I lost all that weight when "G" and I spilt up and certainly not after I broke my back and gained all that weight. I was literally on cloud nine. It felt nice to see some results of my hard work. This is not to say that I don't eat crap occasionally and I still love my Pepsi once every few days, but whatever I'm doing is working. I feel healthy, and energized and my body is responding in a positive way. This is just what I needed to lift my spirits and keep me motivated. I've been feeling down lately with the whole Nick thing and we talk less and less and I'm the only one initiating conversation or texts and then last night after practicing with the roomie I drove by his apartment and there was a chick there getting out of the car. It should be no big deal, but it still stung a little. I texted him a few minutes later if he wanted to have a beer or two and all he wrote back was "can't sry" I then wrote back that "this sux, we never even talk or hang out anymore" Ofcourse I didn't get anything back. It's just so hard to let go sometimes. I'm trying, really I am. I'm doing all the right things, keeping busy, working out, hanging with friends etc... But it's still in my mind. So the fact that I am losing weight just makes me feel a little better today. I wanna feel good and look good. I want to wear whatever I want and walk with confidence.
So it is with great pleasure that I can say that I am offcially in a size 6 (for the most part, women's sizes are screwy anyways). Below is a pic of Mariska Hargitay who is a self acclaimed size 6. I will never be a 0 like Eva Longoria, or even a 2 like Jennifer Anniston, I don't think a 6 is too bad!
P.S. my boobs are nowhere near that big, so you can just take those out of the picture