February 25th, 2011

wedding: kiss close-up

Week 8, Day 3

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Story time.

So last night, I met my LJ friend (and now IRL friend!) Lizz (lizblizz) for dinner at Sweet Tomatoes. It was so great to finally meet her in person! We talked about work and health/fitness and family and our "children" (doggy for her, kitty for me), and life in general. It was awesome. And I ended up doing amazingly on PP - I used 10, which was my goal!

But there was a reason it was easy for me to stay on track. Lizz was running a little behind because the traffic on I4 was terrible, so I decided to stop by Old Navy just to try on some clothes. I went straight to the skinny jeans and peeked at the size 4s. Now, Old Navy jeans run a little big, so I thought what the hell. I grabbed a pair of 6s and a pair of 4s and went to the fitting room.

Guess which ones I ended up buying (and were on sale for $20, hells yeah!)?

The 6s were too big. The 4s fit me perfectly. I broke down a tiny bit in the fitting room and called my mom (who promptly told me to stop losing weight, but was supportive nonetheless). Granted, I know Old Navy runs big, but um...in high school, I was a 10/12 in Old Navy jeans. And I was only about 15 lbs. heavier than I am right now. I think running has done SO much for me. And once I drop my last 6-7 lbs...maybe I will be a ~normal size 4 in jeans which, with my hips, I wasn't even sure was possible, but is my goal anyway. Last time I wore 4 jeans, I was 12 years old. 12. And they weren't even a 4 - they were in girls' sizes or some crap, I'm not sure. The first junior's size I ever remember buying was a 5, in shorts, the summer before 7th grade. I did take a photo of me in the jeans but I don't want to post any full-body pics until goal. My "before and after" isn't that drastic, so I want to play it up as much as I can, haha. I promise I'll post it eventually even though some of you IRLers have seen it through text already because I was so juiced.

If you can't tell by my disjointed rambling, I'm over the effing moon about this. Clothing sizes are a big motivator for me, and I don't care if that's a little vain. I'm eating right, running my ass off, and I want to be thin and look good. I feel in my gut that I will be at goal #2 Monday, and this jeans thing is just icing on the cake. Following program has become such a natural thing for me now. I don't feel deprived, because when I pull on a size of clothing I have only dreamed about, or see a number on the scale I haven't seen since I was 13 years old, or feel my unathletic-for-my-entire-life ass cross the finish line at a race, or hear a department-store employee tell me I wear a size 32DD bra (still stuck on this, don't even hate! :p), it makes forgoing that second (FULL FAT, FULL SUGAR) cupcake worth it. It makes measuring out portions, drinking so much water I have to get up to pee twice over night, having sore toenails, facing my food fears (i.e. eggs), spending more money at the grocery store, deliberately writing down everything I eat, researching restaurant points, daydreaming about bikinis, etc. etc. all worth it. I know it sounds so cheesy, but seriously - it really, really is worth it.

My friend Laura (celestialcure) and I were talking over LJ today and we realized how different of people we are now after having followed the new plan for a while. We eat cheesecake, chocolate, etc. but it's crazy - we no longer have that, "Oh screw this week now" mindset. We enjoy it SO MUCH MORE because we eat the REAL stuff, and we do it smartly (in moderation, planning for it, measuring it, and loving every second). I had two chocolate bars last week in ONE DAY and didn't go over my PP that day. She did the same thing with cheesecake and chocolate. It's like we have figured out some deep secret of skinny people - if you eat like crap, you better enjoy it, and eat amazingly healthy the rest of the day (and most of the week, too). We pick and choose the things we really want and say screw the other junk. Such a common-sense mindset, but so much easier said than done when there are Starbucks and doughnut shops and fast-food places on every damn corner. The physical and mental results that start pouring in make it all crystal though. It's amazing. I feel so empowered, and a lot of that is because of you guys, so thank you. Even the people who don't have LJ and don't comment but whom I know read, thanks. ♥

God, I sound like an advertisement for WW (but what else is new?).

Anyway. Had my last run before my half marathon tonight. It was just 30 minutes (look at me saying JUST 30 MINUTES, I love that so much), and it was pretty easy. I think I'll be fine Sunday - just have to make sure I'm well rested and that I eat a good breakfast and am prepared with the right gear. The weather is supposed to be really nice - sunny/0% chance of rain with a high of 86, but I start running at 6:25 a.m. (D: !!!) so I'm sure the temperature will be OK at that time. It's going to be a lot of fun. I'm really, really excited.

Tomorrow night I'm doing some light core training after work to help with my endurance for the race, then going to Kitzzy's for dinner and board games. :o) She is making a zucchini pasta bake, which is 6 PP, and I'm going to make this sauteed broccoli with fresh garlic. Oh and she's making homemade ice cream, so I will have to have a little of that too. She and I share the sweets obsession. She will have to hide her Girl Scout cookies from me.

Saturday is Danielle's engagement party. Luckily she drew out a little game plan to follow to stay OP, so I am going to borrow it from her. I'm glad she is on WW too. Makes it really easy to stick to plan, and we can keep each other on track. I'm excited about the Sweet! red-velvet mini cupcakes though, I won't even lie. But I will have one red velvet and that will be enough!

Feeling very motivated, grateful, and happy right now with this journey and a lot of other things. Hope you guys are too!