Still a chubby girl, but I don't hate myself so much anymore. There was so much of me to hate. It wasn't actually hating me, but hating the boobs and the blubber, and hating not looking good in anything. I also didn't feel good. Since I was always overeating, my stomach rebelled with indigestion.
I feel a lot better -- a lot lighter. I have a long way to go, but this is the right direction. I have lost 33 pounds. It might take twice that to achieve Lifetime status (free Weight Watchers meetings if you can stay there within two pounds). Now that may be a ploy to get you to keep paying if you go 3 pounds over goal, but the whole gimmick is very motivating. I had not even considered trying to be the RIGHT weight for my height.
My real bottom line goal is to be healthier -- and to fit into normal clothes. Proportional. You know.
It has been easy to follow the plan since it works. Who woulda thought? Eat less, move more and you will burn away all your stores of fat. Now if I start moving more -- as in, on purpose a the gym with the trainer I paid, but have never met -- I might get some real progress.
I will. I can. It is 1000% easier to move not carrying around those 3+ 10-pound bags of flour/sugar/lard.
And hey, those are size 14 petite pants. I get to shop in the regular ladies section again. That is huge. Or, er, not huge.
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