Thursday, May 01, 2008
So we are going to see Iron Man tonight at 10pm est. I already promised I would get dressed for it, rather than go in sweats and a shirt.
Do you know what that means? Well, do ya?
It means I have to go all the way upstairs, from down here. The basement, the "fun" room. The room that contains my lovely computer.
So I have to go up, I hate getting dressed up to go anywhere, I am not going to impress anyone, I already have Mr Almost Perfect.. Who do I need to look good for?
This is where you are thinking, You will look good for your man.
So, then your saying I need to impress him... While we go out? I think that's stupid, I impress him enough by putting up with him.
Mr Almost Perfect, has just as many flaws as the normal guy.
So what am I getting all dressed up so he wont look at other chicks? Because.. yanno.. when we got married he promised I would be the one and only then..
Getting all dressed up to go sit in the dark.. I almost.. no.. I just don't see the point.
I have not put makeup on since before we were married, yep.. that's right I was all natural for our wedding, no maybeline or covergirl covering up my ultra cuteness..
and still i sit here and dread going up the stairs.. dread finding an outfit that isn't too tight on me, or the other.. too lose on me that it looks like I am wearing a chocolate covered moo moo from hell.
In February, before I started Spark People.. I had to clean out the second bedroom to the condo, make it look nicer etc.
So I packed up all my size medium 9/10 clothing as I was to fat to wear any of it.
I started to look into getting into shape.. and what did I read? I should have at least 3 pairs of pants that fit me.
Sure! I had sweats that fit.. No Problem.
Oh then I read more, said they couldn't be sweats. So, back then I went and got some jeans, I was a size 16 *dies*
So that's when my original motivation kicked in.
I, for at least 16 years of my life have been a size 8-12 swinging in and out of those sizes was normal, but I had never been a whopping size 16.
So I got 3 pairs of jeans that were size 16. I found that to be such a downer.
Within 2 weeks of doing that, I got 6WBMO and lost 10 pounds in one week. and um lost 1 pant size.. So then I was a size 14.
So now I have 3 pairs of jeans that sag on me, Yes that is why god invented belts, right?
So then I looked into my garbage bags of despair, which currently hold about 75 pairs of jeans that are to small and 100s of shirts.
*yes I love clothes, or I loved clothes when they were the "right" size...
Found some size 14s that fit.. and Well almost 2 months have passed since then, and I started at a gargantuan number of 188, and today I am at 166.5...
Does this mean? That I need to dip back into my Despair bags? To try and find some size 12 jeans?????
I cant even tell I have lost 20 pounds, I mean where did it go? I can look at my mom and see she lost 30 pounds, I look at my self nekkid in the mirror and think.. yep I look the same...