The best part about a stall, if there is a best part, is that when if finally breaks I feel invincible. Sunday morning I was back to losing again...down a pound. This morning I was down an additional 2. So yeah...I may have been super bummed about the scale not moving for 10 days, but to lose 3 pounds in 2 days makes it worth it.
I took some time last night and tried on 5 pair of jeans in my closet...two of which still have tags on them. Super cute, expensive jeans. It's pretty safe to say that I will probably shrink too much to have them be a part of my life in a few weeks...as 4/5 of them were marginally too big now. The one pair that is not marginally too big will probably fit in about 2-3 weeks. This blows my mind. Jeans. Like, the nemesis of most women - and the pairs I currently own will not fit soon. Damn. Feels GOOD.
Still not getting the support I anticipated from my spouse. Maybe my expectations were too high to begin with....but I can say things like "today I weigh what I weighed when I ordered my wedding dress" and he remains silent. Then I follow up with "that was a wide-open opportunity for some encouragement" and he stammers like a fish. I wore a dress on Sunday to church that I got no less than 10 compliments on - husband said nothing. Not a "You look nice" or anything. I knew he wasn't a compliment giver but when I'm so blatantly changing at a rapid pace, I'd think that hearing other people compliment me would kick him in the ass to start doing the same. No such luck. Even my 4 year old says "Momma - I like your dress - it's really beautiful!!" Come on, Phil.
I think that I'll take some 8-week update photos tonight....not sure if I'll post them or not but I need them for me. I need to see what other people are seeing for progress.
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