While I was looking for an interesting graphic to post as part of today's entry, I came across this close up of the inside of Sam's bowl (i.e., the bowl I made which I gave to my friend Sam for his birthday). I thought it was pretty cool, so, voila!Sam is a really nice guy, whose mama raised him right: he sends postcards from every vacation, even if it's just a long weekend. He thanks people for inviting him to events. He's a considerate brother and uncle. And for those of you who have not met him, I think of him like the brother I never had: kind, sarcastic, and occasionally infuriating. Sounds about right, no?
Now Mr. Engineer -- him I think of as a brother in that special West Virginia, family trees don't fork, kind of way. It helps that he's smart (prerequisite), perceptive (!), funny (another prerequisite), calm (bonus), geeky (you know how that geek thing gets me), and strong enough to pretty much fling me on his bed -- I mean, carry me should I injure myself. Ahem. Yeah, that's it: just in case I need assistance. (As most of you know, I do have a tendency to wipe out occasionally, and NYC concrete is unforgiving.)
Of course, it helps that I am gradually learning to accept that I am now much slimmer than I used to be. When Sir Engineer said I was small the other week, I was completely bemused to realize that no, he was not sucking up, but that he might just be right!
I mean, according to Weight Watchers, I've now passed the 35 lb. mark, which means that in my book (the mental moment of horror when I looked at the scale last summer, saw the number, and thought, "OH SH*T! I've never weighed that much! Ever!") I've lost almost 45 lbs. Apparently I have indeed inherited at least some of my mother & sister's famous iron wills.
It's really hard to visualize that amount of weight (especially if -- as I suspect -- it's mostly in fat, and not in muscle). So I thought of 9 sacks of 5 lb. bags of sugar. Gah! Or a 4 - 5 year old child. Holy cow -- I've lost a preschooler's worth of weight! No wonder I feel more energetic these days. (I even ran a block to catch a bus and wasn't out of breath -- WTF?!) Or as Sam put it, "Hey, you wouldn't want to carry around a backpack that weighs 45 lbs. every day, would you?"
My current weight (135 ! holy freaking cow! I don't EVER remember that number! maybe, maaaaaybe, in high school?) is what I think I will keep as my WW Lifetime Goal (or whatever it's called). The deal goes something like this: as long as I stay within 2 lbs. on either side of my target weight, I get to attend WW meetings for free. Forever.
And in other positive news, Lunesta seems to be helping me with the insomnia, so I am feeling much better these days.
Tonight, I am going to risk skipping a dose since I walked (briskly) for an hour around Central Park after work. (That's 3 WW pts. --> I get to eat more food! Woohoo!) Walked from my apartment, all the way around the bridle path and reservoir (unintentionally, 'cos my directional sense sucks) back up to East 90th Street & 5th Avenue, and then back down to East 66th & 5th. If I can't sleep after THAT...
Here's a view across the reservoir, taken in Feb-2005:
There's a large woman at my work who makes snide comments occasionally about my supposed thinness. Like, "Someone skinny like you wouldn't understand" or "Go ahead and have that second root beer float, it's not like you can't afford it." These comments, as you might imagine, completely flabbergast me. I've never, I mean NEVER, experienced thin-based prejudice. And sheesh, I am by no means the thinnest woman in the office!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the 45-lb mark!