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My Midge Ure kick is continuing. At this point his voice in my head (always singing, of course) is as familair as my own inner voice. I fear that inner voice will turn masculine, at which point I wonder, will I be transgendered? *g* Just kidding, of course.
Some months back I found out I have high cholesterol so I changed the way I eat. There were differences right off, then it seemed like nothing. Now, suddenly I seem to have gone down several clothing sizes. I started off at wearing a 26, today I bought a skirt sized 20. I nearly burst into tears like one of the women on a Richard Simmons show.
I've never gotten emotional like that about my weight before. Even when I lost the 45lbs. Then again, during that period of time I was weighing myself all the time. These days I never weigh myself. I'm going by the way my clothing fits and how I look in window reflections as I walk past. I almost have something resembling a bottom and not just a huge thing behind me and a waist. A real, honest to god waist!
I ended up having a bit of a crash after such an emotional high and Mark had to get me to food right away. Fortunately he seemed to understand right away and did't drag his feet as we left the store where we were shopping. At least the store sold juice and that held me over until I had my chicken wrap.
The way I feel right now? I could cheerfully never eat another bag of chips if keeping away from them has made me lose weight in such quantities. No better incentive to be good than that, I beleive. :)
Some months back I found out I have high cholesterol so I changed the way I eat. There were differences right off, then it seemed like nothing. Now, suddenly I seem to have gone down several clothing sizes. I started off at wearing a 26, today I bought a skirt sized 20. I nearly burst into tears like one of the women on a Richard Simmons show.
I've never gotten emotional like that about my weight before. Even when I lost the 45lbs. Then again, during that period of time I was weighing myself all the time. These days I never weigh myself. I'm going by the way my clothing fits and how I look in window reflections as I walk past. I almost have something resembling a bottom and not just a huge thing behind me and a waist. A real, honest to god waist!
I ended up having a bit of a crash after such an emotional high and Mark had to get me to food right away. Fortunately he seemed to understand right away and did't drag his feet as we left the store where we were shopping. At least the store sold juice and that held me over until I had my chicken wrap.
The way I feel right now? I could cheerfully never eat another bag of chips if keeping away from them has made me lose weight in such quantities. No better incentive to be good than that, I beleive. :)
