Week 11

4/1 - 4/4

...in which my ass looks good in my goal jeans.

So it's only part of Week 11 but since I wrote so much last week I don't need as much right now. Unless you want to hear me bitch about being a privileged white girl that's too tall and getting skinny. You don't? Too bad. Apparently if I'm a size 12 Tall then my pants fit okay but if I'm a 10 Tall then I've somehow managed to lose weight AND about 2 inches off my height. So annoying but I'm pretty okay with it being my new biggest problem.

I weighed myself on Monday for the first time in two weeks and I was down three pounds. 183.6. Long way down from my original weight (33 pounds, whoop!) and pretty damn good I say, especially considering the day before I sat on my ass and played nine hours of Mario Kart for our annual tournament. (I came in 3rd and I'm just as proud of that as I am of the weight loss!) Yes, I did go to the gym in the morning, but there's usually more movement the rest of the day. I also had delicious bacon lager purchased for me by a friend who knows my penchant for bacon anything. Especially booze. Though I am still terrified to try bacon vodka, it just sounds awful and the only proper use I for it is in a Bloody Mary and I don't really like those anyway.

So even with the ass sitting, the beer drinking and the way too much sugar and crap (though for me it still wasn't as much as I used to ingest, I get full and sick faster now) the three pounds were quite nice. And not weighing myself gave me time to notice other things, like how my body seems to finally be figuring out this is for the long haul and is shaving down some inches. Just two weeks into my training workouts and I can notice my upper arms (the bane of my existence) appear smaller and better in t-shirts. Not that I've been wearing any t-shirts since it won't get higher than 50 degrees up in here, but still.

Also my skin looks way better. I'm sure the vitamins help, but I'm pretty sure diet and exercise are the real reasons everything on me is looking nicer these days. Also, I'm wearing my goal jeans right now (right now as I'm typing this!) and am only one (ONE) pound away from the lightest I've ever been as an adult. Sweet. My next few goals are easy. Six pounds here, four pounds there, another four here. Then I've given myself no time limit on the final six (or seven) pounds. They'll happen when they happen and I'll feel damn great about it too.