Diary of a Mad Fat Woman

Im moving. Literally. Im sitting in a hotel room in Summerville, SC right now while my husband is back home packing up the house we’ve been in for 8 years and taking care of our 3 kids. Im exhausted and stressed and scared to death, but making it. I really like the area and hope this is good for us. I have no idea what I weigh because the scale is packed up and I haven’t transferred my gym membership yet. I dont even have an address down here yet. Somebody help - I have NO IDEA what the hell Im doing.

Ok, so Im moving now. Ive been offered another job 2 hours SE of here so I have to move. My trainer is gonna try to find the Gold’s close and another trainer near there, but in the meantime I *really* want to workout some with someone on here that I haven’t been able to catch up with yet (girl, you know who you are, IM TRYING).

I weighed in today on my home scale at 350.4 - its steadily going down

Ok, I know, it’s juvenile, but really nothing motivates me more than people telling me that they can notice a difference. Three people yesterday made it a point to tell me they could see "great changes", "definite difference" and "drastic change" - so of course my motivation meter is riding high today.

 This morning Im 353 lbs and 53" on the waist - another inch gone

I’m still grieving MaryAnn, but Im slowly getting back to my life, and of course organizing the benefit festival (flipflopfest.com) for her son’s college fund. I’ve taken to walking a local trail here rather than driving all the way to Columbia on my days home and then going to the gym every day I work rather than every other day. Im so broke lately though that the gas money is killing me. But that’s also good - Im definitely not able to eat fast food I’m down another 1.6 lbs to 355. Not bad t’all I think. And I really really appreciate all the encouragement from folks here who post to me. Thank you. Its amazing, I dont even know you guys, but you’re some of my best motivation. I never want to say I quit!

At my size, it takes a good bit of a loss before you start actually losing pants sizes. I was happy when I could put on my jeans at all, then without having to lie down to button and zip them, then without any problems, and now, the same jeans, I can pull down without unbuttoning them. They are really baggy around my hips and butt. I know, oh so not flattering, but dang that’s cool to me.

I wore a pair of black dress slacks the other day that I actually had to remove from my wardrobe alltogether. They’re simply too big. I had gotten some shirts from a friend as hand me downs that I couldn’t wear before because my bust was too big, now I can wear them and the shoulders sortof hang over a little bit because the shirt is almost too big. My belly doesnt rub the steering wheel. Nobody has to help me stand up when I’m lying in bed or getting up from the couch. I went to the lake today with friends and I could walk down to the bottom of the boat landing, sit on the edge of the pier and play with my baby, and get back up and walk around by myself holding my baby, and then walk all the way back up the hill to my car. Seriously, this is a major difference from last summer. I’ve still got such a long way to go, but Im so thrilled with the differences I already can see.