My Name is Kris and I Blah-g

I found my waist today. And it’s not where I thought it was…So, I am not faithful in measuring my body parts. Frankly, it’s depressing. And when I did measure them in the beginning, I only measured one part – my waist. I was determined to one day have my pants fall down while I was walking. I know! I’m weird. Anyway, the books and articles all say that when you measure your waist, you measure the “smallest” part which is usually about 2 inches or so above your belly button. Well, for me, my “smallest” part was the area around my belly button. I figured, hey…I’ve been pregnant, let things go after birthing the baby, my belly button just is a little further south than it used to be. This must be my waist.This morning after my shower I was shocked to discover that my “smallest” part was no longer the circumference around my belly button area. I was alarmed to see that where once sat a set of four spare tires, I had what is appearing to be an hour glass shape. *Gasp* THAT’S my waist? Eek! Well, yeah…I’m NOT publishing any numbers…my spare tires are shifting (I think two are now around my hips and part of another is taking refuge in my triceps). I am seeing progress and those pants that fall down? Nearly there folks… I have at least one pair that are super close to causing me a fit of public embarrassment if I continue to wear them to the mall for my morning walks.

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!