The aftertaste of success

Back in January, I decided I was tired of whining about the same ten pounds I'd been meaning to lose for the last 7-8 years. (I'm a slow learner.) So, I joined Weight Watchers. I just waltzed right in and stepped on the scale. To my surprise, I didn't need to lose 10 pounds. I needed to lose 25!

It took 6 months, but I did it!I lost my weight. Then THAT wsn't good enough for Weight Watchers, I had to KEEP it off for 6 weeks. That was harder than losing the weight. But I did that too! Feel free to put your coffee down and clap. Go ahead. Go on. Well, thank you! That was sweet. THEN, I became a bonafide lifetime member! I dragged my pals out to celebrate with me and get my chip, woops, I mean key chain. And that's when they told me I had to still weigh in once a month. At that moment, I was pissed. Clearly, I still needed accountability. So, I do it. I love the whole weight watchers program. I've been on lots of diets, but this one was different. I liked the points, loved that I did it online, and it was the first time I really took a look at my eating behavior: I eat fast, I can go all day with no food and then binge at night. And I learned early on that if you go to meetings, you have to find the good one which is Wendy! So, if you're in Omaha, thinking about Weight Watchers, call and ask when Wendy does meetings. She's real, down to earth, fun,and the only Weight Watchers leader that will give you a pie recipe, then tell you the points - not just for a slice, but in the event you're having a really weak moment, the points for the whole pie. It's as if she speaks directly to me each week.

There's two things about weight loss that have freaked me out. I've only lost 25 pounds, which to me, is a lot, but to my favorite show - Biggest Loser, 25 pounds is nothing. I acknowledge that. There's two things that are too big on me now: My rings and my thongs. It just doesn't seem logistically correct that I've lost enough weight for my rings to fall off, especially my wedding ring that I was pretty close to this weight when I got it. But sure enough, they are starting to slide off, at first it was just when I was cooking. But now, when I move.

And to me, I suppose I'll always think I have thunder thighs and a cottage cheese butt. (You'll never look at an open container of cottage cheese quite the same will ya?) So, for my butt to be so small that my 10 year old thongs, my favorite undies in the whole wide world, not too sporty, not too slutty, they're just the right amount of each, are too big. I usually wear these undies with jeans. But this weekend, I had my comfy pants on. You know, the ones Stacey and Clinton would rather burn than give to a charity. I was walking around, and it felt weird...then they dropped. I thought, "What the heck is that in my pants?" Perhaps an extra stray sock from the laundry? Nope. It was my underwear falling OFF my body. At first I was so proud, and then devastated, because they're my favorite undies. And now I'll have to go shopping for new ones. And I do NOT try on that garment. So, I have to get it right the first time. The stress. The pressure.

You know what else, it turns out my pants WERE long enough. It's just my ass and hips were wide enough to pull up my hem line a couple of inches. I was wearing what I THOUGHT was capri work outs the other day. I hadn't worn them in a while, and when I put them on, they no longer looked like capris, but workout pants that were just a little too short.

I am now lighter than I was on my wedding day. Since having the kids, I've lost 119 pounds! And the kids did not weigh 50 pounds each. I am now lighter than I was on our wedding day. So, I'll exploit this success with a trip to Victoria's Secret, I suppose! I'm worth it, and my smaller butt is worth it. And really, this is a fixable fun problem. I'm just sayin, it's funny when your underwear falls off.

Now, how do I make sure my precious, very special, wedding ring doesn't take a dive into the sink?

That's how I roll.