The weigh in that wasn’t expected (and the day I punched Chris in the face)…

I didn’t expect to lose much this week. I weighed myself on Wednesday because I had to get the weight for a package that I am sending to a friend. At that point, I was 255. I thought, “Great, not much of a loss this week.” Turned out I was wrong. I am down to 251.6. I really was not expecting that.

I am 0.6 lbs away from 20 lbs lost, and 1.6 lbs away from one of my monumental goals (that I honestly wanted to hit around New Year’s). I also measured myself and was just a little shocked at one number. They follow as:

  • Neck: 16.5 (no loss)
  • Bust: 47.5 (-1.5)
  • Ribs: 39.5 (-1.75)
  • Waist: 49.5 (+0.5)
  • Hips: 51.0 (+0.5)

The ribs are what I am really surprised about. It didn’t click in my head that I was so close to hitting under 40 inches for it. That is a fucking achievement. Level up in sexiness? Fucking hell. I’m losing weight in my back now. From what I have seen, a lot of people don’t lose it very quickly during weight loss. And my belly and hips are easily explained. My belly has been doing that floppy, jelly thing when I start losing fat in areas. It’s really fun to play with, but so disgusting to watch. LOL.

My legs and arms are getting skinnier again. My legs look like my mom‘s now. So do my toes (shit, forgot to take a picture of me for weigh day, dammit, Chris). When I flex my calves, I have almost a completely feminine shape. My knees are getting way skinny. And my thighs are definitely getting thinner, but still have a way to go. :) I love flexing my biceps in the mirror. It’s really, really odd to actually appreciate how I am starting to look after so many years hating the way I look. I have faith that I will not think I am still fat when I am at my final goal. :)


I chopped my hair off, bleached it a bit, and feel super cute (as seen ┬áto the left). Might go lighter on the hair, but might not, either. I will never be able to get this color again. I am pretty sure this is the color my mom has been trying to get for years. :D And today, I punched my husband in the face. Totally an accident. It was at the end of a new workout where I was feigning a punch at his face and got his cheek bone. We laughed so incredibly hard. I kind of freaked for a second. And now he’s on his way to work, where he will tell everyone there that his wife punched him in the face. Oh, and I split open another knuckle. Yes!

Now, it’s time for a shower. Because I have a pixie hair cut, sweat does not get trapped in my hair. It just drips everywhere. This is disgusting. Lmao.