Sunday, February 12, 2012
Week 6, In The Books
Brian and I had a meeting yesterday. He thinks it does miracles to my attitude and self-esteem to fix my hair and put my makeup on. Even if I am not leaving the house! (Which seems like a waste to me.) That I feel better about life in general and subsequently, I'm much more tolerable when I'm feeling better. He's not actually saying he prefers it for himself because I'm an ugly pill, but he prefers it because it obviously affects my daily living, and makes me a happier individual. Very interesting point. I gave it its due consideration.
In response to that, I can say that I felt like I was on top of the world on Wednesday, thinking I looked good, and knowing that the weight was coming off. I was making Progress.
Friday, I got my hair trimmed and got my contacts, which I have not worn since before I had Lily, 8 years ago. I had somewhere to go on Friday afternoon, and I came home, since I didn't have any makeup on, and put it on. Even eye makeup, which I never wear. Because it's too much trouble and I didn't think the effort was worth it since the artistry (ha!) would be hidden behind my glasses. But with no glasses, there were no excuses. Dang. Did y'all know I have big brown eyes?
This week, my weight loss total is 20 pounds. I feel great! About myself, that is. I'm nowhere near where I want to be, but I'm on my way. At 20 pounds gone, I'm one-fifth the way there. Wow. That was uncomfortable to write. But it's true. Five more pounds gone, that's a quarter. And to me, it calls for celebration. Although on the advice of my very good friend, I'm going to wait to buy shoes. I do want my feet to shrink to a 10M, but it doesn't have to be right away and I find some fabooboo shoes, I want them to be around for the long haul. So I'm gonna wait a bit. I'm not worried. When you love shoes like I do, there's nothing to worry about. There will be another cute pair around the corner in no time.
One of my friends commented recently that she feels like a "bi-polar Christian." Some weeks she's real up and feeling great and some weeks she's down and can't seem to recover. I can certainly relate. I can relate in that area, and I can relate in this area, especially. This week, I'm in my manic phase. Even with having a hamburger (with the bun) and fries at Five Guys and some fried jalapenos (with ranch) with my steak and baked sweet potato at the Hofbrau. I'm still feeling great. I feel like I can live with the "lifestyle" and that it's not a diet. I am making this work. And I'm seeing the results.
So yay for me.