Not having a scale at home to weigh myself is kind of bitter sweet. I want one to see how I am doing, but then, I don’t want one to see how I am doing. If I had one I would be on it every freakin’ day, which is not good to do because I get frustrated easily, and if I didn’t like what I saw on the scale it would be slammed somewhere and shattered into pieces or I would toss it like a frisbee into the beautiful mosquito ridden pond right behind my home. So now I am using clothes that no longer fit to see my progress. I have some outfits in my closet that I use to love wearing but they don’t really fit anymore because of my Shamu like figure. I keep telling myself, “One day, one freakin’ day your going to fit back into those clothes.” But since I have no scale, when I look at myself in the mirror I am thinking, “Man! It doesn’t look like your loosing jack squat. Did you get bigger? Wow, I really don’t see much change going on.” But I have been feeling great. I have been power walking 2 miles for 6 days straight over the past couple of weeks. I have also changed my eating portions and fully chewing my food instead of
swallowing food whole like the T-Rex did to that poor goat in the movie Jurassic Park. Do you remember when they lowered that poor cow into the Velociraptor paddock and you couldn’t see what was going on but you saw the bushes and the little trees swaying back and forth with the raptors making these loud growling noises while they were eating, and eating quickly like they haven’t eaten in days? Yea, I make those same sounds when I eat and I also seem to think I am in an eating contest for some darn reason. I would always eat fast. Like no matter where I would go to eat whether it be with my family or friends I would try to eat slow and not be the first one to finish, and also try not make those growling noises while I ate, so people wouldn’t think I was a slob. But no matter how hard I tried to eat slow, I couldn’t. I also didn’t know how to stop when I was full. I ate so much food at one time for so long that I have to learn how to know when my body is telling me that it’s full. Being full to me is when I have to fall into a coma, I can’t lift the utensil into my mouth, and I can’t breathe anymore. That’s when I thought I had eaten enough. But I am doing so much better now. I can tell know when my stomach is full and it definitely helps to eat slower. OK, so back to the clothes. The other day while the
baby was sleeping I decided to put on a suit that doesn’t fit. When I tried to put it on a couple months ago, the dress pants were looking like skinny jeans on me and I couldn’t even think about buttoning them without having a weapons permit on me because of the probability of the button flying out like a projectile and killing someone. OK, maybe not that tight but they were more than snug on me. But when I put them on this time they fit. I couldn’t believe it. I went down 2 suit sizes! I couldn’t believe it. Even though it doesn’t look like I loss weight, when I put on certain clothes, they fit better. That’s a pretty darn good feeling. If your trying to loose weight, don’t get frustrated. Its going to take time. I would pray to God that when I woke up in the morning I would somehow be the weight I should be and would have the nerve to be pissed off in the morning when I was still fat. How ridiculous is that? Just like it took time for me to put on this weight, it is going to take time to lose it also. Love you guys and thank you for all of your love, support, and patience. Now I have to get back to studying and keeping an eye on my 1 year old. Love, Peace, and hair grease y’all.