Wow, y'all have been chatty!! I didn't get online last night, because I didn't get home from hockey (well, from having a beer after) until after 12:30.
Lisa, I am with you. Not small at all. I am 5'8" and at 170 (after 50 lbs lost) am a size 12. I don't think that a size 4 is even possible for me. It took probably 30 lbs lost before anyone really noticed. I will say, though, as I get closer to goal people notice smaller increments, but that could be as a result of the exercise and lost inches, too.
Job is going great so far. We had a gas shortage, I guess, but I mainly ignored it. Thankfully I am only having to fill up every other week now.
Jeans shopping is the worst.
Erika, your children, and you, are beautiful. And I do think they look like you.
Okay, I am too tired to write more. Need more coffee. Dragging a$$ today. Maybe I will have more wisdom to impart later.
I understand Erika. You know your body. And everyone is different. I remember Bette Midler saying the same kind of thing. And she's tiny. She told Oprah she was overweight at one point and had gained seven or eight pounds. Oprah went into hysterics but Bette explained a few pounds is a huge deal on her frame and size. We are opposite so I really understand. I can gain those eight that you want to lose and no one would probably notice and I would be in the same size - only tight.
And this is the not nice part -
When I lost 25 pounds on the BL - not one member of my family noticed.Not one. I'm not sure they noticed the previous 40 plus over the years earlier - don't know the exact number because I didn't get on a scale all those years of losing.
I weigh about 224. And honestly if I stopped right now - I look fine. No one would guess that weight. I have no idea what my goal might be - I'll know when I get there but I think it's between 180-195. I'm sighing - university when I thought I was so huge just because of my bones. That I just didn't look like "that girl" so to speak. Now I know at 41 that I will never be "that girl" - God didn't make my bones like that. And I am "this girl" and that's a-okay!!!![]()
So when those numbers are a goal well the scale isn't really so exciting.
Boy, I'm a ramblin'. Your pictures just brought out so much.![]()
Regardless you really look fantastic. I am so incredibly impressed. I'm praying that some money comes my way so I can see you in person.
Lisa
Lisa, I am with you. Not small at all. I am 5'8" and at 170 (after 50 lbs lost) am a size 12. I don't think that a size 4 is even possible for me. It took probably 30 lbs lost before anyone really noticed. I will say, though, as I get closer to goal people notice smaller increments, but that could be as a result of the exercise and lost inches, too.
ramble away.
Ok, ladies. I am going to bed. Morning comes early.
Kat, hows the jobber going? Has your town had a gas shortage?
Job is going great so far. We had a gas shortage, I guess, but I mainly ignored it. Thankfully I am only having to fill up every other week now.

Um, no! This I did not know. BowChickbowbow
You guys are really too kind to me. xxoo
Deb, great job on couch 2 5K day one done! It's hot in Ohio this week too and I'm going to write a letter. It's supposed to be 74 and beautiful.
This morning ladies, I am in a much better mindset. Sunday night I went to bed with a headache and woke up in a fog.
Today I am clear and ready to tackle my demons.
See, I actually did buy new jeans on Sunday. &()E#&* Jeans. I hate them. I have such issues in my head. I went to the store and all these other women were shopping. And I immediately shut down. I spend so much time obsessing about what other women are thinking when they look at my slothly self. And I know they are not. I mean who am I? And I'm not judging them by their choices. But I guess I feel like such a fake. The "me" I want to be, wants to buy beautiful stylish things that don't fit the "me" I am, who doesn't deserve them anyway.
So I pull one pair of jeans out. Boot cut. check. Hustle to the dressing room. Pull on. Whatever. They don't look good, but what is going to look good. I get into the line. Buy. Done. I hate them. I walk to my pretty car, that I don't match. Get in, and proceed to sit for like 20 minutes. Lots of things rolling. How far I have to go to be who I want to be. Like, so totally far that 10 cream donuts will make me feel better. (I didn't go there, thankfully, but was tempted.)
At this point I am rambling. But I know you all have been there and can commiserate. I was even thinking about SBF. Which I don't think I have, just cause I have bigger offending fat. But the term came to mind. lol.
Yesterday I was in a funk. And wearing the offending jeans. Today, I feel a little better, and will probably wear old faithful. Hole and all.
Now that I have depressed you...
adding - I do realize there are worse things happening in the world than my life.

Erika, your children, and you, are beautiful. And I do think they look like you.
Okay, I am too tired to write more. Need more coffee. Dragging a$$ today. Maybe I will have more wisdom to impart later.