Thirty = Done.
Hot = ?
154.5. That's half a pound above my lowest weight. Nine pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight. I'll take it.
My highest not-pregnant weight was 189. I suspect I might have weighed more than that at some points, but I wasn't in the habit of stepping on scales back then. 189-154 = 35 pounds lifetime total. I will also take that.
I've dropped from size XL shirts to size L (see previous post, it's not gonna get better than that) and from size 14 pants to size 10 with a few 8s thrown in for kicks.
I've more or less stopped biting my nails. A victory in its own right. (I credit being pregnant, which makes your nails AWESOME even if you are a SERIAL NAIL BITER like myself.)
My hair is still falling out all over the place. Must ask about that thyroid issue. Bald = Not Hot.
I ran into an overhanging blackberry bramble on my morning run. Small bloody dots all over my forehead and cheeks = Not Hot.
I managed to stay within a half pound of my lowest weight even though I ate like a diabetic in a chocolate factory all week, including an entire box of Reeses Pieces at Harry Potter, an entire plate of Red Robin french fries, an entire bag of chocolate chips and all of the chocolate oat bars my neighbor brought over the other day. I credit my ability to stay within a half pound to the fact that I exercised every day and didn't really eat anything else. Perhaps this is my new Maintenance Plan.
I took my rings to get resized last week. My engagement ring was 8.25. I am sizing it and my anniversary band down to a 6.5. I hope to God it fits. And that I don't gain all my weight back any time soon because DUDE it is EXPENSIVE to resize your rings!
When I wear skirts and it's warm outside I don't get those awful horrible little chafing marks on the insides of my thighs anymore. That's a nice image, isn't it? YOU'RE WELCOME.
I can run three miles without stopping. I don't LIKE running three miles without stopping but I can DO IT. I am positive I'm in better shape than I was as a sixteen-year-old forward on the basketball team who was conditioning, drilling and running lines after school every day. HONEST. I am, for sure, thinner.
Shred Level Two no longer makes me want to die. I can even do that whole minute of plank twists. However, you do not see me progressing to Shred Level Three.
I would like to lose more weight. Just because. But I'm not going to Fret about it. I'm feeling pretty swell at Size Ten and I don't have the funds to restock the wardrobe in yet another size. See? I can't AFFORD to lose more weight.
I worked hard and I like the results.
Hot = Done