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Originally Posted by TaraLee
Whoot!!! YAY!!! Finding your inner Sexy Kitty Salsa? You do it girl!!
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You wouldn't believe it.
Or...maybe you would. Iono.
But I can (sometimes) look at my face in the mirror and smile. I have nightwear that isn't sexy, but has hemlines that up until a few weeks ago I'd have sniffed at because they weren't decent (I'm coming out of a period of being uber-uber-Catholic, although I still go to Mass), they were scandalous, yardi yardi yardi. I have a pair of very very short shorts that I wear around the house. They show off the saddlebags at their worst...but I
wear them in the full knowledge that my housemate could come home and see me (wouldn't bother her in the slightest).
I'm taking pride in my appearance. I de-fuzz each day in the shower and love the feeling of smooth legs. I don't have a huge variety of hairstyles, but I make sure it's neat and tidy (and when I take it down...my hair colour goes well with my eyes!). When I walk around I pull my shoulder blades back and together. I keep my chin level and my tummy muscles tucked in and firm. My step is lighter.
What the ****?!
Ok, this is not just the weight loss (depression, self-image issues, trying to overcome both and yet more on top)...but I'm less than 20lbs down. I've got a goal of losing 50lbs before Valentine's day. At times the prospect of all this becoming
more so, more intense or whatever is just overwhelming.
And then being at goal weight - whatever that might be - I daren't think about it. I just daren't. It's scary and wonderful and terrifying.
Er...yes. That was me blathering on