Saturday, July 21

OMG, Becky!

Double celebration day: I’ve officially dropped out of the 200 Club! And I’m fifty pounds lighter than I was seven and a half weeks ago.  Woo hoo!

This is how resigning from the 200 Club feels:

  • When I cross my legs at the knee, the top leg hangs vertical. It no longer shoots out sideways like I’m pointing at dinner.
  • My arms drop straight down at my side. I guess they’re supposed to.
  • I can’t find two of my three chins. (And I really don’t wish to track them down.)
  • My eyes are actually roundish. I no longer look Asian.
  • My wedding ring is in a drawer. No point wearing it for awhile.
  • My eyebrows have grown back in. They’d mostly disappeared, which was sad and weird. Better nutrition seems to have an upside -- if only because it employs eyebrow waxers.
  • I haven’t needed Prilosec, or Tums, since quitting meat.
  • I now sleep through the night, undisturbed. And it seems I’m no longer a snorer. Dear God: My husband thanks you.
  • I’m pretty much living in sweats, because everything else now requires a rope to stay up.
  • When my back starts hurting, I can do some stretches to repair it. Fifty pounds ago, no way. Instead, I’d just lie around until my sore back healed. That was a whole lot of lying about.
  • I’m no longer hiding out, hoping nobody looks at me. Now when people look at me, I assume it’s because I need to brush my hair, and not because I’m larger than an automobile.
  • Strangers haven’t been rude to me since about 20 pounds ago. Can this be a real thing? Did strangers feel entitled to berate me just because I was huge? Because, yup, it happened. A lot. And now, not so much. I may become my own psychology experiment.
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Today's soundtrack: Sir Mix-a-Lot, of course. And the accompanying Dance Central workout.


  1. Hey there, I'm so enjoying reading your posts. Isn't it great to feel healthy? We are on-again, off-again healthy eaters (I am currently off after a little while of on), and it makes such a huge difference both inside and out. So way to go, good job, and thanks for sharing this!

  2. Hooooooorrrrraaaayyyyyyy!!!!!!!! I'm so happy for you! I'm right behind you, but have a ways to go before I'm out of the club too. And I know what you mean about people staring and being rude. Makes me think they are saying to themselves...'Do you think she knows how fat she is?' or 'My goodness, I'd stay home if I was that big'. Get a life, people, and let us live ours.

  3. Yes, it is odd how people start to treat you differently. I found that too when I lost a bunch of weight a few years ago.