Monday, December 1, 2008

Who Cares What the Scale Says?

I do, when the number keeps getting smaller, anyway. When I look in the mirror, I can't really see much of a difference so I have to take cues that I'm shrinking from other places. My arse is so big that the seat belt fastener would dig right me every time I got in my car. It's so embarrassing that I never told that to anyone before now. My butt must be shrinking because I noticed last week that it doesn't hurt to drive my car anymore. I'm so ashamed and upset by this one that I almost didn't post it; my beautiful engagement ring that I had sized down when I lost (and needless to say regained) a bunch of weight on Atkins in 2004 had gotten so tight that it was painful to wear. But my fingers have been desausagefied and my ring fits comfortably once again, barely leaving a mark when I slip it off at night. When my husband holds me, he tells me that I feel like I'm, "wasting away on him." Proof of progress if such a good motivator.

1 comment:

  1. That's wonderful, Andra! Congratulations! I wish I could say the same. *blush* After vacation!