Smaller Lines

A friend of mine has also started her weight loss journey right around the same time as mine. We don't see or talk to each other much, but when it comes to matters of weight...we totally get each other. My husband is a big man, too, but it's different for men...so I'm thankful that she's here to understand what I'm going through like I understand what she's going through.

We have both always been big. I can remember as far back as first grade, a comment being made about my 6 year old belly. The person that said it was only trying to help me...but it started a series of negative thoughts about myself. Then when my grandparents offered to pay me to lose weight...I thought something was wrong with me. This friend of mine GETS that. She's been through it, too.

So she texts me yesterday to ask if I have a minute to talk...I reply sure and she calls me immediately. She tells me that she's having some body image issues and asks if I've had that problem. I replied no because I can't really tell a physical difference yet even though I've lost 20 pounds. We talked for a while about how and why we're doing it and how EASY it actually is. She made the comment that her son looked at her the other day and said "Momma, one of your lines is smaller." We then giggled because he was talking about a fat roll. But I so well understood what she meant.

I put on my clothes this morning and for the first time they felt a little different. Then I looked in the mirror...and for the first time in years...I had smaller lines, too.

2 months down...

It's been over a month since I last posted. We made some changes at the shop and I am now working in the kitchen as well as managing as best I can. It's made for some tiresome days and nights, and so I've neglected my blog. Working all day paired with trying to save money and cook meals ahead of time has had me pooped, but I'm still here.

It's been 2 months to do the day since we decided it was time to make a change. 63 days. This is the longest that I've stuck with a "life change." Each day has been a struggle...some good, some easy...some terrible! There are days that not a bad thing entered my body and there was this past week when we had no fridge and ate pizza for supper.

With the ins and outs and the good and the bad, I'm 20.2 pounds down in 63 days and I'm totally ok with that.