The prodigal blogger returns.
Seriously, February was a completely insane month in which work consumed my life and drained all of my energy. I just couldn't focus enough at the end of each day to blog or to check out what all of my blog buddies were doing. I'm sorry.
But that doesn't mean that I wasn't working my butt off to lose weight and stick to my plan. If you take a gander up there on my weight loss ticker you will see that I have lost over a 100 pounds now.
I am in a really good place in this diet thing. I feel secure in feeling that I know what the hell I am doing. 100 pounds isn't a fluke. 100 pounds is the equivalent to a teenager or a petite adult. I'm going to pause to let that sink in. I don't think I've realized that before. How much weight is a 100 pounds really? It is a big number on the scale to be sure. But what is it in tangible terms?
I've had some really amazing things happen to me in the past month.
I've had men hitting on me - not the right one mind you, he still resists in actually asking me out - but I'm not invisible anymore. That is a good feeling. It is weird to be noticed like this when I thought it wouldn't happen until I was done losing weight. My self image was so tied up in that number on a scale that I didn't realize that life happens whether we are ready for it or not. I am so much more confident now.
My newfound confidence is paying off with people in general. I've had more people intentionally stopping to speak to me each day at work than I have had in the past 6.5 years that I've worked there. I love it!
My new jeans that I bought in December now come on and off without being unbuttoned or unzipped. They slide right on and off of me. How freaking awesome is that? That is one fantastic non-scale victory. It only took 2 months to make that happen. I'm ecstatic. I'm still wearing them though because they are great jeans and I look so good in them.
There is not a day that goes by in which someone doesn't stop me and ask me about my weight loss - stranger, friend, et al. Everyone is super impressed by my progress. One co-worker in particular keeps saying how I am a brand new person. That doesn't suck. That doesn't suck at all.
I had to buy a brand new wardrobe. It was expensive, but well worth it. I bought 11 pairs of pants, 1 skirt, 9 tops and 5 pairs of shoes. Most of my clothes were just too big for me to continue to wear. I was walking around with tons of fabric draping off of me and it was not even remotely attractive. I'm a girl again. When I was just a mountainous blob of fat, I couldn't be a girl. I was restricted in what I could fit into and none of it was pretty. One great thing I've discovered in the past few weeks is that Talbot's, a store I could only look through the window of before, is now open to me. I can fit into their largest sizes now. I am so hitting their outlet in another month or so. See? Girlish behavior is happening here! I am planning a shopping trip. Who is this woman inside me?
As you can see, things are good. I'm still working my plan and it is paying off in a lot of ways.
I've already hit so many of your blogs already to catch up with you. I've missed you all so much!