First, I'd like to thank everyone for your thoughts and prayers during this time. It never ceases to amaze me the amount of support I receive on my little blog. My parents made it to my sister's house in record time and initial reports are that it may be even worse than we thought.
@Mo & Kristin: Thank you so much for the ideas. Once I have a better idea of what we're looking at, I'll definitely get the ball rolling on a scrapbook of sorts for my sister's family.
@Patrick: Thank you for the reminder of how far I've come this year. Since I'm a little behind posts, I have a new year's post planned where I go into my next challenge. I went out for New Year's Eve and partied and Lord help me...it felt nice to just celebrate the end of an exciting year the beginning of one, God willing, filled with hope. Now without further ado...Onederland.
The weigh in was bittersweet. One the one hand, I was totally ecstatic to finally see a 1 at the beginning of my weight. I saw 199 about 3 years ago for about a month. That was going to the gym everyday and breastfeeding (which, for anyone who doesn't know, is GREAT for weight loss). Before that, I saw Onederland for 2 months in 2004 doing South Beach. I have officially lost 30 lbs...30% to my ultimate, holy-shit-balls-can-you-believe-it goal.
So I've lost 30 lbs and my size 18W (stands for "Women" but let's face it, it might as well stand for "Wide" or just quit the pretense and make sizes in "F"s for fatties. 18Fat, 20Fatter, 22Fattest, 24Freakin'Kiddin'right) jeans are literally falling off me. So I took my Christmas money from my mom and headed to Fashion Bug to buy a new pair of jeans. Excitedly, I grabbed several size 16's and headed for the dressing room. After 30 lbs, I thought 16 was a safe bet...just one size and one W down. I've been reading blogs of ladies who are at a higher weight fitting into 16's. Even accounting for my short stature, I thought I was OK. Not even freakin' close. Ummmmkay. Moving on to 16W...maybe just the little extra give I need. Nope. They zipped, they buttoned but can we say muffin top? Not attractive. So I check the rack again...feeling dejected and like a total failure...no 18's. Just 18W. Do they not make 18's anymore? *SIGH* So into the dressing room I went. Swimming in the 18W. WTF???? So I hit another store that actually has 18's without the W. They fit. I'm not crazy about the fit. Perfect in the stomach, loose in the butt and legs. Seriously?!?! I've lost 30 stinkin' pounds and all I've dropped is a W?!?!? Can this possibly be right?
So needless to say, my initial exuberance in entering Onederland was quickly undone by one shopping trip. I was reminded once again of why I started this weight loss journey in the first place. On the one hand, I feel I've already come so far but it certainly drove home the point that I'm nowhere near done. It also made it nearly impossible to celebrate the victories I've made. It also brought all those negative self talk comments screaming back into my head. "Hey Fattie! Thought you were making progress? Think again. Why don't you go drown your sorrows in a Peppermint Chip Shake from Chick-Fil-A? You'll feel better. Those jeans don't fit now...what difference will the shake make?" Well, I can say that despite the yelling, there was no shake. I went and bought the size 18's to get me through the next month or so and hopefully that will be enough time to get me to anything starting with a 16...even if there's a W in front of it.
Ugh. 2011 isn't really starting off all that well, is it? I hope you're all having a better go of it so far.