April 23, 2015
It was about 11 months ago when Jason first picked up a piece of chalk and drew up a grown-up behavior chart in our kitchen. The Get Off Your Ass chart, designed to keep us both accountable on our diet and exercise plans.
11 months later, as previously reported, I'm down 25 pounds, Jason's lost 35, and both us are much fitter and healthier and doing pretty darn well at maintaining our good habits, and balancing out the occasional fun splurge so it doesn't undo all of the hard work. (I ate french fries like three times last week and I do not carrrrrre.)
And it WAS hard work, I've told you that already. And it felt (at the time) like it was taking forever. Lots of plateaus and definitely a few backslides. I'm so grateful for Jason, because without him working hard right with me I'm sure I would have given up. (Although now he lifts weights every day and can consume a million more calories than I can, which does sometimes test the limits of my portion control self-discipline.)
I didn't take "before" weight loss photos. Partly because I'd spent at least two years ducking out of frame whenever a camera appeared, so why change now? But also because at the time, I was still in a little bit of denial about how much weight I'd gained. Sure, the number on the scale needed to come down, but I was still overall a fairly slim-looking person who wore a reasonable clothing size for my height...
This week I switched my closet over from winter to spring/summer clothing. I found my favorite pair of shorts -- shorts I've worn damn near constantly for a couple summers in a row now. They are comfy and flattering and fit me perfectly...
I promise this is as braggy as I'll ever get, but GODDAMN. I look at those photos and it just...does not compute.
Obviously my hip bones didn't shrink. And obviously, it wasn't like I hit a magic number on the scale and those inches suddenly up and vanished. It was happening the whole time, slowly, even during weeks and months when I was completely discouraged over a perceived lack of progress.
I went back and forth about posting these, but you know, fuck it. I'm proud of us, of myself. And I could still use the reminder that yes, I can do this, and it's worth it. Maybe somebody else could too, because you can also do this, and it's worth it, blah blah dietcakes.
(Now I'm off to go do some squats because DAMN GURL DAT ASS IS PRACTICALLY CONCAVE.)