It Hurts so Good!

The wedding was.....how do you say? Kind of lame. It was at 2:00 (stinkin' Catholics) so dinner was at about 4:00 and the dancing started at 5:00. That kind of cramped my style so I drank some and did not dance. Actually not many people did.

This picture is me (I cropped out my husband) as we were leaving (8:00 - like I said, lame). Sorry I did not get any better pics. But let me tell you, it was a pretty great night for me.

As I walked in the church, jaws dropped. You could tell when the moment of recognition hit someone because eyes widened and a look of shock took over their face. My husband's grandmother was weepy (but it may have also been the wedding). She proceeded to tell everyone after the wedding I lost 96 pounds (now it is 107 but whatever, she is old). This was embarrassing because she was telling people I never met before like boyfriends of cousins. She might as well have said "man, she used to be REALLY fat."

Comments were made by pretty much everyone. The groom and father of the groom commented multiple times. They even had me play a joke on someone by pretending to be a girl from a bar (someone thought I resembled her).

I think I made you all proud. I wore my heels and stood up tall. I sucked in what gut I have left (and wore a Spanx-type garment). I stood as much as possible (because my legs looked better that way). I stood until my toes were going numb from the heels and then I sat for a few and then I got back up to stand some more.

You can feel the eyes checking you out. I was looked up and down and up again (I am sure it was just out of amazement because of how I looked at the last wedding). I just soaked it in (and sucked it in) and smiled. Most of the comments came from the men. That surprised me.

Oh and Steve was there. My mother-in-law had gone to the rehearsal the night before and when he and his wife found out we were coming, they were so excited. I did not really talk to him until the reception. He made a few comments about me being snotty and not talking to him but really it was only because others were talking to me. When we were all finally standing together and talking and he was looking me up and down he commented that he did not remember me being so tall (6'1 in heels). I guess I made him feel small and I am okay with that. The in-laws needed to leave and they wanted us to stay. They offered to drive us and invited us to stay over at their house. Nice enough but no thanks. I love my in-laws and would never ditch them like that.

At Christmas, we may all go out to the bar to actually hang out. But not so much this time. I am okay with it. I am very happy with the appearance I made even if it was brief.

I think I figured out why that comment from Steve a year and a half ago (if it was him) bothered me so much. I know it was rude but more than that. He is me. I look at him and see myself. We are snarky and we think the same things. He is my mirror. He probably said something that I thought about myself but never said out loud. Either way, I forgive us both. However, if we think or say anything like that again, I just may have to kick some ass.

I hope you all had a super weekend and I look forward to catching up on blogs this week!

Friday Weigh-In

Well friends, bad news. I never got my nap yesterday. Why is it when you need a few minutes of down time (or two hours) everyone in the world wants to call you? Even if you do not answer it, the ringing keeps you awake. And then people call all your phones. I was powerless against it, so I gave in to talking and gave up my dream of napping.

Today, however, does not hold bad news. As it is a weigh-in day I shall give you my results. I lost 3.5 pounds this week bringing my total to 77.5 pounds. Simply shocking to me. I had a conversation with my mother about it. Let me give you a little info about my mother. She was a chubby child but is a size 12 now. She is also 5'5 and a redhead. I kinda look adopted but she stakes her claim to me. We do both have the same green eyes.

I moved to Texas from Michigan 9 years ago this month. When I left there I weighed 190 pounds and was a size 16 (My weight fluctuated in college and I believe at one point I weighed as much as 220). I see mom once or twice a year as she still lives in good old MI. The last time she saw me was at Christmas and I had lost 40 pounds. She was very excited and proud because I never lost that much weight before. One year I lost 25 pounds but when I came back from Christmas I gave it up and gained it all back and more (wha, wha, wha...). That is why this year I was so focused to try and stick with it.

I talk to her about everyday via phone and once in a while I email a picture to show progress (the fact that she can't come over and see is just killing her I do believe). Every Friday I call and give her the official weigh-in update. Today this is kinda how the conversation went:

Me - Today was weigh-in Friday.
Mom - And? (said with excitement and anticipation)
Me- Three and a half pounds this week
Mom- Oh my god! Does that make it 78 pounds total?
Me- No, just 77.5.
Mom- You are getting close to 100 pounds. You might hit 100 pounds!
Me- I have to take it one day at a time or those kind of goals seem impossible. But who would have ever thought I could lose this much weight?
Mom- Who would have thought you could have gained so much weight?

My internal monologue - Touche' Mama.

Me- I know. You think you get to a point where you just can't get any bigger and then you do.

I love my family. Brutal honesty. And I appreciate it. I am one of those people where it appears I have no feelings (mostly because I never cry). And you can pretty much say anything you want to me or about me and I will be able to see your point and take no offense. The down side to that? People pretty much say ANYTHING to you. Most of the time it is TMI. However, it is highly entertaining.

Hope you all had some good losses this week too. Fat camp is still going strong. That is why today I made sure I got a nap. Until tomorrow friends....