Well, first of all I changed to the new blogger format and I hate it. Media page changing freaks me out. But what can you do.
Ok, moving on.
I ended up taking some measurements this morning, because, well, I wanted to know what changes have taken place since I last took measurements in November. I've been hitting the treadmill semi-hard (every other week is hard, then I slack off for a week, ugh) the last few weeks, and while the scale is being her normal whore self, I just knew I HAD to have gotten something out of all this sweating nonsense. Otherwise I just might cut a person. Just kidding. Maybe.
Here are the digits:
WAIST: 28 (WHAT?!?!)
Um, ya. So I lost 3 inches off my waist. 3 INCHES!! I didn't even know I had 3 inches to lose! I wasn't even sucking it in, either! And another inch off my enormously large birthing hips is like Christmas morning! Such a wonderful present from the Weight Loss Gods. The Ben & Jerry's (thighs) need a little more improvement though. I thought at least I'd get a full inch off with all this running. But apparently I need to bust ass more for that gem of a number. But I'll still take the 1/2 inch! And the bat wings shrunk too! Woop woop!
So now I feel better about myself.
All this working out and not shoving donuts and Thin Mints in my face has kinda paid off. Whoda thought.
It also says a lot that I haven't really lost a ton of weight; obviously there are some changes happening. Like I'm probably gaining muscle. Helloooooo getting toned for lake season. It makes me realize that staying around the 150 mark is probably spot on (I've always wanted to say that. Did you read it in a British accent? Because I typed it in one.). And even though taking measurements is a much slower 'reward' than what the flat chested bitch (scale) puts out daily/weekly/monthly, I know I need to rely on those numbers more.
I'm going to go now. And walk around like I'm on sparkly glitter clouds because I've lost 5 inches in 5 months. Yessssssssssssss!