Exotic yet ordinary

I’ve lost (almost) twenty pounds! If I hold my breath and stand juuust right on the bathroom scales first thing in the morning without a shred of clothing on. And, really, it is probably closer to fifteen, but (almost) twenty just sounds better. So, I’ve lost (almost) twenty pounds!

Right now, my weight has been fluctuating between 172ish and 175 (this is the part where people chime in that, gosh, they never would have guessed in, like, a gazillion years that I weighed that much! and I nod and tell them oh, but it’s true! And they say something about how my weight must be well distributed or some such nonsense and I back away and find some excuse to be somewhere else). The goal, my goal, is to lose five pounds a month, and so far I’ve been able to make it each month. So, yea me!

Oh, and then there’s my clothes. They’re bagging. BAGGING. MY clothes! Enough that other people have noticed. So sometime soon I guess I’ll be taking myself and my baggy clothes shopping. And for the first time in, pfffft, I dunno, ten years? it’s because my clothes are a bit big instead of a bit snug. Lord help us all if I start to actually like shopping again.