Positive Changes

A week ago Tuesday, Chriso and I packed as much as we could and hit the road. 

To be perfectly honest, packing was a little difficult for me.  Mostly because I don’t know when we’ll be back in Boston to get the rest of our stuff.  But I pretty much grabbed all my tank tops and cute shirts that I haven’t worn in a loooonnngg time and some shorts that I typically don’t wear, and a skirt or two that I have never worn period and threw them in a bag.

Two days ago, I decided to go through the bag and figure something else to wear other than a bathing suit and swimming short, and I pulled out a skirt that I had never worn.

I bought it over a year ago at a time when I was CLEARLY much heavier.  I bought it without trying it on first, and when I finally did, I couldn’t get it to pull up over my fat ass.

Well, I brought it with me.  I tried it on thinking if it still doesn’t fit, no big deal, I wasn’t really planning on wearing it anyway.  But I tried it on.  And I’ll be damned… IT FIT!  And it fit well.  So well, in fact, that I wore it out that night when Chriso and I did karaoke at some bar in Virginia Beach.  And I looked hott!

Drunk Army Guy is dancing in front of me... GAWD!

But wait!  It gets better!

Over the last few months I’ve definitely been noticing a difference in the clothes I have.  Most of my pants don’t fit anymore unless I’m wearing a belt.  And even then they still hang a little low.  Some of my tops that I couldn’t wear before without another, less revealing tank top underneath it, I can now where without a problem.

I’m losing weight!  And I’m FINALLY seeing results.  And it’s so amazing.  My waist is getting smaller, and so is my ass.

AND I’ve got a nice tan

Me posing in front of a giant, man-eating fish... probably

 

So, yay for me!

Exercise as a release

Mike has decided that we need to run everyday. I honestly don’t see that happening. Perhaps a brisk walk. But neither of us in the kind of shape to be busting out the running shoes at 5 a.m. every morning. Once upon a time, I did indeed have the stamina to work that hard really early in the morning. But I’ve gotten lazy. I made brownies tonite, as a bribe. The kind with the colored sprinkles in the box, and frosting with more colored sprinkles. It definitely got me out of having to take a short walk while holding hands. Good lord. I’m thinking more and more like a fat chick every day.

There used to be a time when I could just take off running, at a fast pace and really work out hard. It’s not a hard thing to do, it just takes time to get into a routine. They say it takes three weeks to develop a habit. Do I really have to wait three weeks before this becomes second nature to me again?

A few months ago, I bought Carmen Electra’s workout dvds. They were called something like “Strip to a better body” and “Aerobic Lap Dancing.” I think the time has come to bust out those videos and actually learn something and get back in shape. I’ve also been wanting to learn Tai Chi. It’s supposed to be relaxing and very meditation like, as well as physically stimulating in an exercisey fashion.

the real me

It’s been awhile since I’ve seen the “real me”…the thinner, more attractive, sexier me.  And I kinda miss her, not gonna lie.  So, rather than answer to no one, I’m going to track my progress, failures other such nonsense here, and hope that it becomes a key motivator in my success.

Goal weight: 135-145 and not at all unreasonable, if I do say so myself.