Weigh (week nine and ten) in review…

Okay, last week was only down .2lbs. Not crying, whining or feeling sorry for myself. A loss is a loss.

Now on to week 10! Well, before we get to the gain or loss let’s talk about clothes and a little background. When I was a little girl, wee high to gnats knee, I had a misconception. I thought that the bigger someone was the older that person became. Everyone who was bigger than me was older so in my mind that wasn’t flawed logic. So, I started eating because eating made you bigger. Well, my eating also made me sadder. I wasn’t like all the other kids due to my getting so much bigger than them. By the time I reached the eighth grade I was a size 18. I skipped all the skinny sizes and headed straight into plus size.

Now, plus size in the eighth grade consisted of all OLD LADY clothes. Stores hadn’t realized that there was a whole market of girls looking for fashionable plus size wear. Nah, we could wear polyester for our eating sins. By the time I graduated high school, I was frumpy and a size 22. TWENTY-TWO!

Even after losing weight the last time on Weight Watchers, I wasn’t in the pants I’m wearing now. I got my booty into a Gap (yeah, I know they ain’t cool but I’m not shelling out for the jeans until I hit goal weight – ahhh Paper and Denim, come to Mama!) size 14! There is no W for women’s attached. No, siree babo! Now, I realize by Hollywood standards, I’m still a whale. Thankfully, I live in Texas, where everything is bigger but me!

Please ignore the mess in the background. I had recently unpacked and thrown things around and no, I didn’t make the bed. You don’t know how much it takes for me to post a full body photo on the internet. Oh, in other news, I’m down another .6lbs. I’ll take it after eating out all week and not really being able to exercise.