I'm still trying to lose another 15-20 which is sort of this amorphous range I use but I can't exactly visualize. The number is flexible. But I've gotten to a point where I like myself even more than my massive ego liked myself before and have realized that 15-20 more pounds on a 5'11.5 giant person like myself isn't going to drastically change things anyway. So, if it happens it happens. If I keep living life like a lush, so be it. There is something to be said about being able to live an occasionally gluttonous life and maintain a certain weight. It may not be my ideal weight, but perhaps my happy one?
ANYWAY. I thought about this blog because I was slutting around the internet looking at weight loss blogs relating to skin tightening surgeries and it reminded me about how "Woahhh remember that time I did a blog?" And wanted to see how this old bag of bones was doing. Pretty neglected, as it turns out. This is why I will never have kids. But yes, figured a check-in was appropriate and also a perfect venue to spew about my recent epiphany that it's been 12ish years since my nose job and I'm hangry for some plastic surgery. I really only came up with this moment of brilliance in the last week or so after occasionally tossing the idea around casually in those moments when I was lacking other absurdly frivolous things to dream about. Then during kickboxing on Monday I was reminded that I hate wearing tanktops to kickboxing because my upper arm region is all doing its own thing during punches due to the loose skin/tissue/fat/stuff/whatever it is. So yesterday I was like, I should totes dump a stupid amount of money into getting some kind of surgical procedure to make myself marginally hotter.
That's still at the tentative earliest stages and if I go that route it wouldn't be til April or May when I can throw a lot of vacation days at this science project. I'll keep you updated.. j/k, I probably won't because I probably won't remember to post again for another 3938 years, but let's play pretend. Other than that, mostly more of the same. I started going to WW meetings again in May and have been really enjoying them though I'm not sure they've really impacted my weight loss that much. Still tracking, still doing some combo of running, kickboxing, boot-camping, etc. Started doing outdoor yoga a few days a week for my mental health. I'm still inflexible as hell. All is good.
I haven't posted progress/before-after-during-whatever pics in forever because I really haven't made any progress in the traditional sense of the word, or any sense of the word. But whatever, I like pictures and I love myself so why not? The right picture is a recent mirror selfie I have on my phone because my friend was like "OMG what are you wearing tonight, I don't know what to wear?!" So I was like "I KNOW RIGHT? Here's what I'm wearing." I swear I ditched the cardi before I went out. Maybe. Anyway, I found a pic of me in the same dress shortly after I got it, about 60 pounds heavier so that makes for a fun comparison.
And just for good measure, here's what I looked like 115 pounds heavier.
I know this slice of ass has a good time at any size, but all the same I look better with less meat on the old bones. Looking at these pics and my arms and stomach size being what they were, it's probably not shocking that my skin is begging me for some plastic surg, so we'll see.
BYE FOR NOW!