Remember this post I made a couple years back about getting too fat for my collar and how it was choking me and I was going to be the first case ever of a slave with an embedded collar if’n I didn’t get my shit together and stay out of the fridge?
Well check this shit out, yo.
It is loose enough now that I can tuck my chin into it (I look like a ridiculous turtle when I do it but I can do it lol). I’ve lost an inch and a half around my neck. Of FAT. Yuck!
Might have to get a new collar before I can slip this one right over my head– and then I’ll be freeeeeeeee like Dobby! ;-)
(j/k. It’s never going to fit over my head. haha.)
This is me, like 2 weeks or so ago.
I’m down about 28 pounds. This morning I was 170. (One more pound and I’ve reached Master’s goal for this month. But he comes home tomorrow! Argh! lol)
This was me in April.
I’ve lost 16 total inches off my body. That’s what I love about taking measurements. More so than what the scale says, adding up those inches is what keeps me motivated.
When I started dieting back in January, I was pushing 200 on the scale. I fluctuated between 196 and 198. I’ve done a lot of yo-yo’ing over the last 6 months but these last few weeks have been something of a game changer. I’m seeing and feeling the progress. I know I have a long way to go yet. I have been here before, right here exactly, at this weight, at this level of determination, and completely lost it so I’m trying not to get too smug about it.
Master would like me to be 150. I’d like to be about 130 but he “doesn’t like them too skinny” so we’ll see.
What is most encouraging for me right now is how I feel. I feel strong and healthy, I’m energetic, I’m not stiff in the mornings like I used to be, my feet don’t hurt like they used to. I started the couch to 5K program (again) and it doesn’t feel overwhelmingly difficult, it feels good to run. Not that I can run for any great distance lol but what I am doing feels good.
I got these silly pajamas in honor of Babygirl’s birthday. It’s pathetic that I bought myself a present for my granddaughter’s birthday but any excuse is a good excuse to buy silly stuff says me. What I love about these, besides being probably the most comfortable things EVER, is the size. Not an X anywhere to be seen. :)
I’ve been keeping busy. I guess since I’m outside mowing the yard every other day, I took up yard work as a hobby. It seems silly to put this kind of work and expense into a rental home but we’ll be here another year at least and I want to enjoy where I live and what I’m looking at.
These are the two trees in the backyard. Pretty, flowering trees. I love them.
I had originally had all the gnome stuff out front but it lacked curb appeal so I moved it out back. I still have to edge around this one.
I kept it simple up front. I hate those bushes under that window but they’re pretty deeply established and it’d be major work to remove them and I’d have to replace them with something else and blah blah blah. They grow like crazy, in all sorts of crazy directions, but at least round about November/December, they do get pretty flower-y things on them, so there’s that.
I know it’s pretty small time stuff as landscaping goes but like I said, rental home. Meh. Keeps me busy anyway.
And then, just to make sure I retain my kinky blog status, here’s my butt.
..after sitting on that horrid spiky mat for all of three minutes. Longest three minutes of my life. Hate that thing so hard.
So naturally Master told me to buy another one and make a bra out of it.
He’s so lovely.
No he’s not, I lied. He’s horrid too. Just like that bra is going to be.
It should be here today.
Master will be here tomorrow.
I’m planning my funeral for Friday.
See you there? :D