I have been losing weight since our wedding.
It was very slow at first.
I lost five pounds between February and August.
Then between August and now, I have lost thirty.
It feels great.
No matter the fucked up reason, it feels great to be thinner.
To look at myself in the mirror and see a difference.
I know Roger would be proud of his sexy wife.
Compare the pics on the slideshow on the right to the one on this entry.
The weight difference is really apparent in my face.
I am proud of myself.
I may not be able to control my life, but I can control my weight.
I can control what I eat.
I can control what I do not eat.
I can control what I look like.
It is a slightly expensive endeavor though.
I have to keep buying new clothes.
Today I bought my goal size.
It is a bit tight but I will shrink into it.
It is a skirt and my legs look awesome too.
Perhaps I should go another size smaller.
Some of my friends are thankful.
I keep giving clothes away to them.
Although part of me is scared to give away these clothes.
Part of me is scared to be fat again.
I still want to lose eight to ten more pounds.
I want to look super hot.
I want to look irresistible.
Part of it is related to having to start dating again.
At least in the future.
I know that I will need and want to be really cute again.
And I know I was cute before all of this.
Roger and I thought I was at least.
It is just part of me wants to look the absolute best.
To feel my absolute best.
To be able to walk into a room and people turn.
To have guys begging me for a date.
At least this whole "situation" has some benefit.