I'm officially not fat anymore. 149.8 this morning, woohooo!!!!!!
I feel great. I feel like my old self, and I haven't felt like myself since my joint problems got bad 5 years ago. My buns are cellulite free (!), my abs are FINALLY showing progress, and there's daylight between my arms and torso when I stand in front of the mirror. I've got some tiny love handles right on top of my hips, but I can see my obliques and they're rock hard baby. Still have the pooch belly, but it's confined to an 8-inch diameter area just below the belly button, and there's real live muscles that I can actually feel underneath that. Still a little jiggle to the upper arms, but that's improving, and my shoulders and biceps look awesome!
It was sooo hard to start this journey, and even at 20 pounds lost I still felt fat, frustrated, and like all the hard work just wasn't paying off. Then all of a sudden at 25 pounds, I had nothing to wear overnight. Going shopping I think really was a turning point for me. I already need a belt with my new capris, and I LOVE myself in my new swimsuit. It's a Miraclesuit with a tummy control panel, bright red, expensive but totally worth it. I'm EXCITED to go to the beach this year! I won't hit my original goal of 140 by my birthday (July 21) but I don't even care because now I'm picturing myself in a bikini next year. That's my new goal