One plus one plus one plus one...

Down 1 1/4 lbs this week. It's a success, small or not.

I'm tired. I feel like I've had the garbage beaten out of me, and it's only Tuesday. I should've worked this weekend, and I didn't because I figured I needed the time. Regretting that now. Today, I realized I had three huge stacks of grading, and I hadn't even finished my handouts for this week. Chaulk it up to bad planning on my part...or forgetfulness on my part...or something on my part. Who knows? At any rate, I'm hoping this lets up by the end of the day tomorrow. I don't want to be exhausted when we leave for vacation.

Are you Kidding?

So I weighed in this week--got on the scale, thought I was down one pound. I was excited, because a loss is a loss. When she doubled checked the weight with me, I was off. I was down....TWO POUNDS :) Now, I realize this isn't a 20 lb impressive week, but it's more than what I originally thought :)

5 lbs total. Wish it was more, but it's getting more consistent now.

Dresses and bad legs

I absolutely love dresses. I love flow-y material that looks feminine. I love the idea of dresses and how girly one can look in them. I especially love that it is sometimes possible to buy a dress in a full size smaller because they are flared around hips and thighs.

This season I am appreciative that the "maxi" dress has come back into style. Long dresses are imperative for those of us who don't have the prettiest legs. I am cursed two-fold: I cannot tan and have the whitest legs known to man, and I have man-calves. I just don't have cute legs. But the maxi dress allows for all the femininity without the worry of ugly legs. One would think the problem is solved, right?

Nope. Now, on top of worrying about whether a dress is long enough to cover my legs, I am always concerned about the issue of modesty. For those of us with a rather generous helping up top, it becomes difficult to find things that are both modest and attractive. I am not interested in wearing a turtleneck every day of my life; however, I am also uninterested in flashing my top half to the free world. Surely there is an in between, right? Surely it's possible to provide a little more material for the sake of covering one's self.

I had always considered myself blessed because that generous portion meant my waist looked smaller that it really was. But now, on top of being jealous of their figures, I am also jealous of smaller girls who do not have this issue. I long to be able to throw just about anything on and look adorable anyway. I'm jealous of those girls who can just pick up a dress, throw it over their head, slip on some flip-flops and call themselves ready. Instead, the good majority of my wardrobe is carefully planned to cover, conceal and de-enhance.

Will weight loss ever bring me to that point? Is it possible to hit that point?

Finally

I get to show a real loss at a weigh-in. I'm currently three pounds down from the last weigh-in for the competition and five pounds down from my visit to the doctor (crazy that there was a 2 lb difference, right?). I'm feeling less frustrated, and not as tired. It's a good feeling. It does disturb me that it bleeds over into other areas of my life, too, though.

Week...oh, who can remember at this point?

I gained a pound in the weigh-in this week. Beyond frustrating. I ended up going back to my doctor and she put me back on my previous thyroid medicine. I had hoped that I would be able to do it myself this time, but I guess there are some situations that require help. At any rate, I started re-taking the medicine on Wednesday, and this morning (Saturday) my scale is showing a three pound loss--already! I'm not sure if this is my incapability of reading the scale, or if the medicine really does work this well. Nonetheless, it's nice to see that some efforts are paying off. We'll see as of the weigh-in this coming Tuesday.