It’s Called Progress, Baby!

I would just like to report that last night I did 35 minutes on the cross-trainer at the gym, on Level 4. Sure there’s 20 levels or something, but three months ago I couldn’t even do *five* minutes on Level 1. It’s called progress, baby!

It’s been a long time between posts, kiddies. I’ve been snowed under with my new job, not to mentioned stressed out. My weight-loss campaign still seems to be trundling along okay, nice and steadily. Since my job sapping up so much of my time, it could be easy to slip into bad habits again, but I’m finding as long as I plan my meals I do okay. I lost 0.4 kilos this week (1lb) and 2 kilos the previous week (4.4lb), so I’m well pleased with that.

All this effort is finally paying off, folks. Firstly, my health has improved so much. In summer I would wake myself up at night because my breathing was all wheezy and yuck, I think I’d developed a bit of asthma or something. Either way, with the extra weight I could barely get comfortable to sleep. But now all that wheeziness is gone.

On Monday I had another fitness assessment at the gym. It was brilliant! I hopped on the scale and Allison, the staff member who designed my program, yelped "HOLY SHIT!" when she saw how much I’d lost. I looked calm and indifferent since I’d been to WW and knew how much I weighed, but she hadn’t weighed me for six months. She jumped up and down and hugged me and was so excited.

She took my blood pressure and it had dropped significantly since October. It wasn’t high back then, but now it’s even healthier. What *was* unhealthy in October was my resting heart rate – 100 beats per minute! I used to be so out of breath even just walking round the house. Now it is down to 78 bpm. It’s just in the healthy range now (60-80 bpm)! I was SO happy with that one, because it means all my exercise is paying off.

As well as the health stuff there’s the aesthetic pleasures of dropping weight. Today I’m wearing a pair of jeans I haven’t been able to wear for two years. I put on my normal size 26 ones this morning and realised they were just hanging off me and made me look bigger than I was. So I thought I’d just try the old, smaller ones. Miracle of miracles, they fit! And they fit so nicely. Not too baggy, not too tight. Just right. I just can’t believe I’m wearing them! Woohoo!

I went to see my Mum on the weekend and she gave me some clothes she’d got for me at Christmas time but I’d thrown back at her because they were too small. They fit now! Two pairs of pants and some nice tops. Excellent. The pants are that kind of bootleg cut that I like, very flattering. And YOUNG looking, y’know? Fat peoples clothes can be so frumpy and horrible. Designers think just because you’re plump that you have no style and you want to wear shitty fabrics. Not so! Anyway, it was nice to have something that someone of my age would actually wear, instead of the usual FrumpWear.

I still get disillusioned from time to time. I fret about my upper arms a lot. They’re so flabby and I wonder if I’ll just have horrible skin there when I lose more weight. I fret about my stomach and how it seems to be coming off my sides and hips so I look nice front on, but side-on I have the big belly. Blah. I fret that I’ll never be able to have a decent looking bra. Fat People Bras are so ugly and unsexy, and here in Australia it’s near impossible to a shop that even stocks the ugly ones. I dream about walking into a fancy lingerie store and buying some skimpy thing and knowing they’ll have it in my size.

Patience, girl. Must learn to be patient. But it’s hard, y’know? In my mind I already feel like a skinny person. I just wish the body would hurry and catch up!

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