Bought some size 16 jeans a few months ago at Saver's during some big holiday 50% off sale. Some jeans fit and some were "almost but not quite", and some were "no fucking way."
Since I seem to be going about a size a month I decided to keep 'em and see how long it took to fit. I tried on a pair last night and they fit like the proverbial glove. I was so excited that I wore 'em out today when mom and I went out on errands (we dropped off a shit load of clothes at Savers only to turn around and purchase some more). While mom and I were grabbing a bite to eat at the Samurai Chef I wedged my hand between my thighs (I always sit like this, I dunno where I picked it up) and realized that I could feel skin.
There's a freaking hole along the crotch/thigh of my "fits in all the right places" jeans.
Fuckin' A.
On the bright side I bought some jean shorts and summer shirts.
Yeah, you read that right. I have SHORTS.
Keep in mind they go to my knees, but they show off my calves.
Because my calves are NICE. I have NICE calves.
Thighs are still a little squishy, but man.. those calves.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Measurements in Scales
Gonna have to hold off on the weightloss excitement.
Ever since my scale did the 179 to 165 in 8 hours jump I've been leery of my scales sanity. I decided to step on it daily to see if it was still in the general ball park each time.
Sunday-165 (pre shower) 168 (post shower)
Monday-163
Tuesday-180
...yeah. Scale's a little confused.
Ever since my scale did the 179 to 165 in 8 hours jump I've been leery of my scales sanity. I decided to step on it daily to see if it was still in the general ball park each time.
Sunday-165 (pre shower) 168 (post shower)
Monday-163
Tuesday-180
...yeah. Scale's a little confused.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Crappy Philosophy
For the longest time I would never talk about bodily functions of any kind. To me they were embarrassing necessities that should be dealt with in secret and never ever talked about in the light of day. It always grossed me out when mom or one of my friends talked about zit popping or bladder issues. To sum it up nicely, "Everybody Poops But Me."
After the surgery, this mentality was quickly bashed upon the head and thrown over the side of a bridge. I have embraced the openness of speaking about my morning bowels in what I describe as "Everybody Poops, Let's Compare."
That said, allow me to tell you about my epic poo.
I went away to Chicago for a 1 1/2 week vacation. The last week of my stay I invaded a friend's house and all was well with the world. I managed to keep from gassing them all too terribly while at the same time maintaining my usual toileting habits.
Except for the last two days, I urinated as usual, but no morning poos were had. I blame this purely on the fact that I kept forgetting to take my vitamin cocktails and therefore missed out on my fiber pills. It happens, and nature would eventually get the upper hand.
My friend rode back with me to KC (for a short 2 day vacation) and I spent a small portion of the trip concerned that we'd have to pull over by a friendly looking bush so I could take care of urgent matters but it was not necessary. I was then worried that I'd gas bomb her out the second we got home, which to my slight frustration was not the case. Also, since I hadn't weighed myself in over 2 weeks I decided to check out the scale. I weighed 179.2 (before leaving I was 179.6). Slightly disappointed that it was a bigger difference, but content that it was still a loss I thought nothing of it.
It was the morning after we arrived that I finally found relief, and as one would expect it was a pretty healthy offering and I felt WORLDS better afterward. I jumped on the scale to get another (and hopefully better) reading.
I weighed 165.5.
Damn.
I was impressed, to say the least. I took a shower, felt smug. Got back on the scale.
Weighed 168.6, which was more believable but still not bad.
Mom was jealous.
After the surgery, this mentality was quickly bashed upon the head and thrown over the side of a bridge. I have embraced the openness of speaking about my morning bowels in what I describe as "Everybody Poops, Let's Compare."
That said, allow me to tell you about my epic poo.
I went away to Chicago for a 1 1/2 week vacation. The last week of my stay I invaded a friend's house and all was well with the world. I managed to keep from gassing them all too terribly while at the same time maintaining my usual toileting habits.
Except for the last two days, I urinated as usual, but no morning poos were had. I blame this purely on the fact that I kept forgetting to take my vitamin cocktails and therefore missed out on my fiber pills. It happens, and nature would eventually get the upper hand.
My friend rode back with me to KC (for a short 2 day vacation) and I spent a small portion of the trip concerned that we'd have to pull over by a friendly looking bush so I could take care of urgent matters but it was not necessary. I was then worried that I'd gas bomb her out the second we got home, which to my slight frustration was not the case. Also, since I hadn't weighed myself in over 2 weeks I decided to check out the scale. I weighed 179.2 (before leaving I was 179.6). Slightly disappointed that it was a bigger difference, but content that it was still a loss I thought nothing of it.
It was the morning after we arrived that I finally found relief, and as one would expect it was a pretty healthy offering and I felt WORLDS better afterward. I jumped on the scale to get another (and hopefully better) reading.
I weighed 165.5.
Damn.
I was impressed, to say the least. I took a shower, felt smug. Got back on the scale.
Weighed 168.6, which was more believable but still not bad.
Mom was jealous.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Nom nom nom
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
My day in Areyouforserious Land
Dear Readers (all two of you),
Let me tell you about my day. I usually try not to talk about stuff that isn't related to my ass and its fatness, but today has been something 'thuper 'special and I felt it needed to be shared.
Originally I was going to work today.
But on Monday I came in, got everything done, and decided to spend today getting ready for tomorrow. Dad had hernia surgery yesterday and will be spending the next week at home. That was enough incentive to go to work. I said I'd get to work at 12 so I could bring in some lunch. This was well met.
So I'm farting about in the basement when I hear the doorbell. I think "WHO COULD THAT BE IS ONLY 9." I decide that black cat jammie bottoms are not the best thing to answer the door in(and I doubted dad would be getting up to get it) so I change into a pair of relatively clean jeans. By the time I've dashed upstairs dad's standing outside talking to a uniformed police officer (Dad's in a wife beater and rather ugly Moose plaid pj pants), they nod, dad says something things and the officer looks all official then turns around and walks away. When dad realized I was standing at the top of the stairs with an "OH GOD WHAT'S GOING ON THAT'S THE POPO" look on my face he assures me that it's all ok. He was "dialing a Kansas 913 number but the phone read it as 911."
Please note that he some how made it the phones fault. This is apparently "typical male behavior."
Reassured that nothing sinister was going down I retreated to the sanctity of my basement and decided to screw whatever morning stuff I had left, I was getting out of there before he did anything else stupid.
I called my mom, got lunch orders (Carol wanted breadsticks from the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut and mom and I were going to split a bean and cheese burrito), and drove my merry way to the Pizzabell. I pulled in through the drive through and place an order for said breadsticks when the lady says they haven't made any yet, but it'd only take 5 minutes. I said that was fine and I'd just go ahead and place my order inside and wait. I get in, order two things of breadsticks (because, hey, fresh breadsticks! can't resist that) and a few burritos/tacos to share. I pay, get my drinks all situated, and settle down to wait as they cook and box my order.
I watched as the lady got fresh breadsitcks out of the oven, as she cut them, and poured red saunce into little plastic cups. I watched as the young man smeared beans over tortilla shells and popped them in the oven to warm. I watched as they were getting ready to wrap it all up to go...
This is when things get strange.
The manager is over by the take out menu when she starts saying something about flipping a switch or having one of her employees tug on a wire, then she starts in on a funny smell (it's a Taco Hut.. when is there no, and starts losing her cool.
Apparnetly when the guy tugged on the cord it caused smoke to come out of one of their outlets. She then proceededs to panic, telling people to call 911. One of the ladies does so and after a few seconds of saying "smells bad and smoke is coming out" when she passes the phone over to the manager who is hyperventilating over the whole ordeal. She then announces that everyone needs to get out, and to get out now.
I am not amused. Most of my order is RIGHT THERE, just waiting to be handed to me.
No.
Everyone's running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
No food for me.
I stepped outside, because the manager looked like she was about to shit a brick and really didn't need another fussy customer to deal with (especially since she was having a hard time getting her EMPLOYEES to do what she said).
This is when I realized I just spent $11.78 on food I was never going to get. I marched my happy ass back in and reminded the lady I'd paid.
I ended up getting everything back in cash. I stopped by the manor, got new lunch orders, and drove to Back Yard Burger.
Guess what was there.
Two fire trucks and a few cop cars. They'd just come from Pizza Taco.
Nice.
EDIT:
there was a firetruck at the Chipotle we gad dinner at as well.
Let me tell you about my day. I usually try not to talk about stuff that isn't related to my ass and its fatness, but today has been something 'thuper 'special and I felt it needed to be shared.
Originally I was going to work today.
But on Monday I came in, got everything done, and decided to spend today getting ready for tomorrow. Dad had hernia surgery yesterday and will be spending the next week at home. That was enough incentive to go to work. I said I'd get to work at 12 so I could bring in some lunch. This was well met.
So I'm farting about in the basement when I hear the doorbell. I think "WHO COULD THAT BE IS ONLY 9." I decide that black cat jammie bottoms are not the best thing to answer the door in(and I doubted dad would be getting up to get it) so I change into a pair of relatively clean jeans. By the time I've dashed upstairs dad's standing outside talking to a uniformed police officer (Dad's in a wife beater and rather ugly Moose plaid pj pants), they nod, dad says something things and the officer looks all official then turns around and walks away. When dad realized I was standing at the top of the stairs with an "OH GOD WHAT'S GOING ON THAT'S THE POPO" look on my face he assures me that it's all ok. He was "dialing a Kansas 913 number but the phone read it as 911."
Please note that he some how made it the phones fault. This is apparently "typical male behavior."
Reassured that nothing sinister was going down I retreated to the sanctity of my basement and decided to screw whatever morning stuff I had left, I was getting out of there before he did anything else stupid.
I called my mom, got lunch orders (Carol wanted breadsticks from the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut and mom and I were going to split a bean and cheese burrito), and drove my merry way to the Pizzabell. I pulled in through the drive through and place an order for said breadsticks when the lady says they haven't made any yet, but it'd only take 5 minutes. I said that was fine and I'd just go ahead and place my order inside and wait. I get in, order two things of breadsticks (because, hey, fresh breadsticks! can't resist that) and a few burritos/tacos to share. I pay, get my drinks all situated, and settle down to wait as they cook and box my order.
I watched as the lady got fresh breadsitcks out of the oven, as she cut them, and poured red saunce into little plastic cups. I watched as the young man smeared beans over tortilla shells and popped them in the oven to warm. I watched as they were getting ready to wrap it all up to go...
This is when things get strange.
The manager is over by the take out menu when she starts saying something about flipping a switch or having one of her employees tug on a wire, then she starts in on a funny smell (it's a Taco Hut.. when is there no, and starts losing her cool.
Apparnetly when the guy tugged on the cord it caused smoke to come out of one of their outlets. She then proceededs to panic, telling people to call 911. One of the ladies does so and after a few seconds of saying "smells bad and smoke is coming out" when she passes the phone over to the manager who is hyperventilating over the whole ordeal. She then announces that everyone needs to get out, and to get out now.
I am not amused. Most of my order is RIGHT THERE, just waiting to be handed to me.
No.
Everyone's running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
No food for me.
I stepped outside, because the manager looked like she was about to shit a brick and really didn't need another fussy customer to deal with (especially since she was having a hard time getting her EMPLOYEES to do what she said).
This is when I realized I just spent $11.78 on food I was never going to get. I marched my happy ass back in and reminded the lady I'd paid.
I ended up getting everything back in cash. I stopped by the manor, got new lunch orders, and drove to Back Yard Burger.
Guess what was there.
Two fire trucks and a few cop cars. They'd just come from Pizza Taco.
Nice.
EDIT:
there was a firetruck at the Chipotle we gad dinner at as well.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Of meetings and clothes
It snowed. First freaking day of spring and we get snow like you'd expect for find in February or January.
Poo.
Had another meeting today, this one was supposed to be a webinar, but apparently Dr. H couldn't get everything set up in time and conveniently forgot to tell anyone that he'd canceled it.
Nice.
But he felt bad, since we didn't get that memo and I'd called him for instructions on how to log into the webinar and we were all there so he decided to do a trial run. It turned out alright and he'll know what to do next month.
We all compared notes on things like bruising, what we're drinking (I've been drinking vitamin water instead of gatorade...so tired of gatorade), discussed the difference between the "sleeve" and "mgb", and teased the doctor for a little while. We acted like we met up at a bar instead of a Panera's and that Jackie was three sheets to the wind. His response? "Oh Lord.. I don't want to hear about it."
I'm around 179.6 (the almost but not quite out of 180 range).
Mom bought her first piece of clothing from the "normal sized people" store (not a store that cuts clothes to accommodate the curvier of customers). It was still an XL, but when compared to the big girl sizes it was about an L. She's so excited.
She's also ready to get that hernia taken care of, it's starting to bother her.
Mom's about a size above me, so whenever we go clothes shopping she picks out my stuff, since she'll be getting it soon anyway. XP
Not a lot to say otherwise.
Poo.
Had another meeting today, this one was supposed to be a webinar, but apparently Dr. H couldn't get everything set up in time and conveniently forgot to tell anyone that he'd canceled it.
Nice.
But he felt bad, since we didn't get that memo and I'd called him for instructions on how to log into the webinar and we were all there so he decided to do a trial run. It turned out alright and he'll know what to do next month.
We all compared notes on things like bruising, what we're drinking (I've been drinking vitamin water instead of gatorade...so tired of gatorade), discussed the difference between the "sleeve" and "mgb", and teased the doctor for a little while. We acted like we met up at a bar instead of a Panera's and that Jackie was three sheets to the wind. His response? "Oh Lord.. I don't want to hear about it."
I'm around 179.6 (the almost but not quite out of 180 range).
Mom bought her first piece of clothing from the "normal sized people" store (not a store that cuts clothes to accommodate the curvier of customers). It was still an XL, but when compared to the big girl sizes it was about an L. She's so excited.
She's also ready to get that hernia taken care of, it's starting to bother her.
Mom's about a size above me, so whenever we go clothes shopping she picks out my stuff, since she'll be getting it soon anyway. XP
Not a lot to say otherwise.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Hairs cut
I played around with the web camera last night, I got a hair cut and felt like showing it off.
The last two weeks I've plateaued at around 183-186, I stepped on the scale this morning and was at 180. I'm not sure if I've finally gotten out of that plateau or I was just at a particular low of it, but that's about where I am weight wise.
Mom's been floating around 208-211 the last two weeks too, she's not all that pleased with it but she's not getting depressed either. We'll get over it.
Size wise I'm 16-18 depending on cut. I've gotten rid of my 20-24 jeans (kept my 26's so I can do one of those comparison things), and 22+ shirts. I can probably go through and clean out the 20's too, I haven't been wearing them. I also should look into getting new underwear. :x Mine keeps slipping.
A guy at work is giving me a look that I'm pretty sure I'd be tickled pink to get from someone who is 30 years younger than him. I told mom, she said "It's going to happen, you're getting hot."
I've also decided that it's time I get a boyfriend, if only so to have someone to eat the leftovers.
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