...that's how much I've LOST since January 4th.

Yeah, I know. Not astounding. Not a posterchild for any of those ads featuring bikinis and diet shakes. But I've lost EVERY SINGLE WEEK, even if it's only been .2 pounds. Losing feels good.
Losing consistently feels even better. Hopefully, by the time we hit the beach for the big hitch up, I'll be a svelte, curvaceous broad with a gorgeous dress.

During this weight loss, unlike others that have come before, I'm learning a few new things.
1. I'm a 'hawt' chick no matter what size I am, and I need to keep reminding myself of it.
2. As I grow older, I look at the people around me, and realize that weight isn't the most important factor with THEM, either. We may all have some extra lovin' on us. But we're all getting more and more comfortable with who we are.
3. I still can eat crap if I want to...just not as MUCH crap.
4. Working out DOES make me feel better, even though I am loathe to admit it.
5. I just have to get over stretch marks. They happen. They happened when I was 13, and they'll happen again before this life is over.
6. I hate water.

The steadier I go, the happier I get. Let's see if I can reach my goal of forty pounds down by September. I'm almost half way there!