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jeans.

I had a big happy moment this morning.  I grabbed a pair of jeans out of the clean laundry pile, and put them on.

Without a struggle. These are a pair of jeans that I’ve been able to wear, but I would have to do the too-fat-shimmy to get them over my ass, and then the suck-it-in-and-lean-back-maneuver to get them zipped and buttoned. Today? I pulled them on. I zipped and buttoned them. I don’t feel like they’re digging into my waist when I sit down. I feel comfortable in them.

This is awesome. I actually can see/feel a physical difference in my size. It’s encouraging. Granted, they’re still a size 22, but eventually they’ll be too big and I’ll go buy a pair of 18s to squeeze into (and eventually they will be too big)…

I was looking down at my upper belly fat (I hate my belly fat, by the way. It’s sharply divided into two rolls. One is above my belly button, and the other below.) last night and I think my upper roll is smaller. I can’t wait until it’s gone. I told Sean, “This bit right here is my least favorite chunk of fat on me.” I think that’s why I enjoyed wearing corsets so much when I went out to clubs and such — they did an awesome job of hiding that particular bit of my fat.  So far, in other good news, the boobs don’t seem to have shrunk. Yay!

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melting.

My friend Clarica came over for a visit on Friday. She gave me a hug, asked how I was doing, and then exclaimed that my back fat was going away.

Of all the areas that could be losing fat, that’s one that you don’t really think about. It’s not like you can see your own back easily, and if you twist to look at it in a mirror, you’re going to make yourself have lumps and rolls anyhow. But sure enough. she was right. I reached back there and poked around, and where I once had rolls and rolls of back fat (sex-AY), I now have padding. It’s still a lot of padding, but it’s not rolls and rolls anymore.

I’m glad she noticed. Sean is pretty damn unobservant (partially because he looks at me and sees “beautiful” rather than “fat” [I love this guy]) and as such doesn’t really notice any changes unless they’re in-your-face obvious, like dying your hair hot pink or getting a full-body tattoo.

Apparently, when Clarica loses weight, she loses it first in her back as well. So I’m not that unusual (well, at least, not in that respect). I wish I were losing some of this ass, though. And belly. And granny flaps (the lovely dangling fat of the upper arms). Heck, I should just be grateful that it’s not my boobs that are melting away.  Right?

Feeling good. I can’t tell if my clothes are fitting more loosely or not; I’ll be able to tell after I do some laundry (nothing like a pair of jeans fresh out of the dryer to make you feel fat and bloated).

I got a flyer in the mail yesterday for a women’s health day, sponsored by Swedish Medical Centers. There’s workshops/seminars/etc, and free screenings and tests. I’m actually thinking about going, because I can get a bone density screening and a body composition screening. When my friend Ivana did a diet study with Fred Hutch, they did those and it sounded pretty interesting to get that information.  I think it would be cool to have that as a baseline, and get the tests again once I’m closer to my goal weight/size.  I already know that my bodyfat is somewhere above 40-something percent, so it’s not like I’m going to have a huge crisis when I see the numbers. Plus, they feed you lunch.

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