Well, it’s that time. I’ve reached the 200 lbs. (down from 297) goalpost, and still have ideally, 90 more to lose, but realistically, 60-70 would be nice.
Has it been easy? Well, actually kind of yes. Once I knew how to eat, within about 2 and a half years, my body regulated how much by itself. Even when I re-injured my knees, I didn’t actually gain much before Russian women saved the day, and someone was honest with me about what Diva calls the “Gulag diet” but is really just intermittent fasting with the assistance of black coffee.
Seriously, if I had known all this before, I never would have gotten fat in the first place. With the knowledge it is dead easy. It just takes the time it takes. So really, the hard part is just having patience and not giving up.
Anyway, I am braced for what is coming. I’m wearing a bra and a pair of sweatpants that is tied off at my old circumference. I haven’t untied them since I started this. Today I’m retying them at the new circumference so that when I’m close to my end goal for weight loss, you can see that progress. Where I am now is where most people who weren’t seriously dangerously obese start. The idea of that is a little chilling. Anyway, pics!
These used to be tight…
Now they sort of sit on my hips and lower Berthana.
Well, there it is. So far, there’s a bit of pucker from some stretch marks, but overall, sagging skin isn’t an issue because I’m going about things at a sane speed. The boobs refuse to get smaller. I am still wearing the same bra size, 44H just at the tightest rib circumference. It does feel like I should knock it down to 42, but I’ll wait awhile.
Now, the battle continues…Maybe at 150, I’ll do the dirty old cougar thing and wear one of those BBWkinis in leopard print or something.
