It’s been a while, and I have things to discuss. My plan is to start blogging again with some regularity. There are books to review, and yarn acquisitions to drool over, and a few finished projects to brag about, not to mention the two plays I’ve done since my last post.
But today I want to show you something else.
You may recall that I had bariatric surgery in December 2016. Behold the before (November 2016) and after (February 2018):
89 lbs. lost, and just a few more to go.
Spouse took that picture this morning. Yes, that’s a pair of trousers that I used to wear to work. All my large-size casual clothes have been donated to Goodwill, and the suitable-for-work clothes are on their way to Dress for Success, a charity that provides business clothes to women coming out of shelters.
Foodwise, I eat pretty much anything I want to, recognizing that some foods are going to make me feel bad. Like potatoes and pasta. And donuts. And pretty much anything made with white flour. Whole grains or nothing, baby. Although I confess that last weekend I allowed myself to be wrestled to the ground by Girl Scouts who then forced me to hand over money for Thin Mints and Samoas.
And now, the measurements:
|March 18, 2017||May 7, 2017||October 27, 2017||March 11, 2018|
I’m currently at 128 lbs. with a goal of 125. If I don’t lose these last three lbs., I’m still good.
Because going from size 18 to size 6 is fucking awesome.