If you heard something strange this morning, that was just me stepping on the scale and shouting for joy. 
Now, ordinarily the number staring back at me wouldn’t be something to shout for joy about. In fact, after today, it’s now my most hated number. HA HA…but at this moment, it’s time to celebrate as today I officially hit 25lbs on the weight loss scale. I was hoping that it’d be this week and it was! Yay!Another thing that is new for me is that clothes are starting to fit weirdly on me. I spent a frustrating morning trying to get ready for church finding that most of the tops that I was putting on were now too big. This is great news on many levels but on others I got me started on facing my biggest fear – having Ethopian boobs by the time this is over with. Egads..the lot of that just deflates me any way but knowing that my built in life preservers may shrink to raisins is just not what I was banking for. As I keep on with this diet of mine, I keep picturing myself as that weird water balloon thing that they sell in novelty stores…you can squeeze it and it just flies from your hands….well, with me I feel like I am being squeezed from my ears and my ankles and all that STUFF that made me ME, is all gathering at my waist line. It’s difficult to put into words but the essence is that it feels like the weight is shifting and it’s all going to the middle. Push me over and I think I’d actually roll in a straight line now. Ugh. Ok….but seriously, 25 pounds is a good milestone. It’s proves that I can do this. It’s taken 2 months and I think that isn’t too shabby. And it’s got me thinking….if I can lose the first 25 in 2 months, can I lose the next in another two? That means that by the latter part of May I could be staring down a 50 pound weight loss and wouldn’t THAT be something? It would!So I bemoaned the fact that my clothes are fitting weird to my Dad. And he says, “Let’s go buy you some new clothes!” And I’m thinking HECK NO!!! I may look a little weird for the next few months because I may have to rig my clothes to some safety pins and twine but I am NOT buying new clothes until I can get rid of all the fat ones first.Anyway…let today just go on record. 25 pounds, people!
is apparently located in my mid-section. The weight isn’t falling off but it’s moving. I think my ears are probably shrinking… maybe my pinky finger. I feel like a balloon. If you squeeze my head, I think my butt will explode… ok that is a visual and a metaphor that I could have left unsaid but still…EEK! So, how is the diet going?? Well… I dunno. I really need to stop weighing myself daily. My sister bought a new scale. It measures in tenths of a pound which can be good and bad. It can be good because you can see tiny progress here and there and it can be bad because those little boogers can move up and down and all over the place. ARGH!I kinda wish I had been meticulous with the record keeping since the beginning. I declared my diet on January 5th but didn’t really start in earnest until at least 10-14 days later when I started my daily exercise. The competitor in me is wanting to try to pass my sister up…but she’s at an advantage. She was at least 15 pounds lighter than me to start with. Don’t get me wrong, I want her to succeed because it will keep her motivated and in turn, that will keep me motivated. Maybe competing is a good thing? Regardless, I shouldn’t poo-poo (I love to use that term) my progress. I am about 18 pounds lighter than when I started a little over a month ago. That’s nothing to sneeze at. I should be happy about that. But then again, patience is NOT one of my virtues. It’s not one of my sister’s either. She and I bemoaned the fact that it’s taking a long time. It’s not really. If you think about it, it’s not like we spend our day working out like they do on the Biggest Loser. If what I am reading is correct, then my reduced caloric intake alone should help me drop the weight. But then I get that visual of me being a balloon again and with a butt as wide as Texas. Not gonna go there. It’s bad enough that it’s as wide as Kansas as it is!So, here I am… the weight is shifting. My pants still are the same size yet I can find my feet again. TRIUMPH! I do have motivating factors now. I have a party to prepare for this summer and next Spring a wedding to participate in. My dad says he can see a difference. That’s good. But he’s dad. Let’s just say that when I finally get to stand face to face with Mike again, I want him to say “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” I would love that. Have I mentioned lately (I am going to blather on, folks….it’s Saturday night and I am desperately B.O.R.E.D.), that I have been experiencing leg cramps while I walk? I am not sure why that is. It’s been a month and you’d think I was used to it by now. But to be honest, here I am more sore now than I was 3 weeks ago. I thought maybe it’s because I am not stretching before I walk. So I made sure today to stretch out my legs – in particular, the calf muscles and then like a fool, started jumping up and down. Hey, I see football players do it…figured I’d give it a try. I thought maybe it worked but again, my right leg stiffened right up about mid-way through my walk. It’s quite painful. I am wondering if perhaps I am walking differently now and my shoes could be causing me issues. I love new shoes…but they cost moola of which I shouldn’t spend on just anything. I do have future trips to Disneyland to think of, you know. So, anyway…the legs hurt now. I run the stairs anyway and work out the kinks and when I really need the motivation, I try to picture Mike standing there in front of me. And before I know it, I am walking taller and faster. Whatever works, ya know?
