Friday, July 17, 2009


I went outdoors for a run today (well, run/walk intervals, but don't lets get technical here) and the pants-hitching was still going on. And I was wearing a smaller pair of pants than yesterday's. I'd better ferret through the wardrobe and find my even smaller sizes. I know I have a few pairs of LJ pants in size tiny somewhere...

Also? My abs have made a reappearance. Thank goodness for that. I was beginning to think they'd maybe packed up and emigrated to Mexico or something.

Then there's the case of the disappearing cleavage. The less said about that, the better. Moving on...

And of course, the scales are showing lower numbers consistently now. Plus the spouse-ometer is always an accurate gauge of leanness. HE notices small differences even when I can't see them. Even The Baby hugged me last night and told me I feel like a stick-Mum. I think that was a compliment...

I'm feeling pretty good about myself - happy with where I'm at, even. I like what I see in the mirror. I like how my clothes fit (except for the falling-down workout pants). I like how I feel.

Somebody remind me of this when I get back to this point post-comp and I'm feeling FAT, please?

1 comment:

Bec said...

Wow, you are doing so well. It is really great to read your journey and see you achieving such great things. It is also nice to know we all have bad days and can improve on them :)

Thankyou for posting so many pics of the comps!!


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