Weight Loss...So What?

It took me 1.5 years to lose about 65 lbs, but no one really noticed but my husband and my Momma. That fact is when you are morbidly obese, 65 lbs is a drop in the bucket. On an average person, they would have gone from a size 14 to a size 2! As for me...still wearing the same clothes, they just fit a little looser and it seems as though I've gotten a little flabbier. Not fat. Skin! If I'm walking and stop suddenly, it seems like my skin is about 5 seconds behind me...and that ain't cute! Only now am I starting to feel the need for that good old fashioned girdles your Mother use to wear. I just refuse to wear any such garment in the mist of a 90 degree plus heatwave. In the words of Beyonce, "I don't think your ready for this jelly."...so don't look.

My weight loss has been rather underwhelming. Since I've not worked for almost a year, it's not like I can excitedly go purchase a new wardrobe. I haven't really changed what I eat. If anything, I just simply and suddenly lost my appetite for food. When you lose your appetite, cooking is just no fun anymore and there's nothing that really appeals to me. Right now I'm between chicken nuggets and granola bars. They're the only two things that I want to eat...or make myself eat. That's really strange for me to do that because in the summer, I'm ravenous for fresh fruits and vegetables...and I usually become a bit of a "salad-aholic", however, this summer I can't seem to recall eating one salad...yet. Sad. Very sad. The only healthy thing I seem to have established is drinking lots of water. I drink so much water, I should have grown gills by now. In fact, I drink so much water, I've noticed that I've had to buy a lot more toilet paper...or maybe that's because I've been home and not working. (Side note: Do you realize how much toilet paper you save by going to work? It's amazing!)

Back to the weight loss topic. I started walking my dogs in the winter and since then, I've twisted one ankle, scraped my left knee (TWICE!) and broken my fibula. Yep...call me "clumsy"! I don't know if my equilibrium is off or if my big dog is secretly tripping me. Nonetheless, my recent fracture has had me "benched" for a while and I've only been able to get motivated to walk once this week. It's pure laziness because I wake up early enough to walk, I just can't seem to get my body out of the bed, to put on clothes, lasso the dogs and go out in that humidity. :::Heavy sigh::: Now that I've confessed, I guess I'll get out and try walking again tomorrow. I guess I need to drop about 50 more pounds, so people will start noticing. Ha!