I'm a woman. Boobs, ovaries, fallopian tubes, hoo-hoo. Certain things should come naturally to me. Like being excited about losing weight. I am by no means thin. I am not morbidly obese either. I could stand to lose some weight but I'm not knocking on death's door.
Recently I have been losing some weight, not so much due to effort to lose weight but more so just stressing about life and having no appetite half the time. Which actually, is surprising since I normally go the other way when I am stressed. Normally I stuff my face silly (and thus gain weight) when I am stressed. I don't know why I have no appetite this time around.
But I am losing weight.
My bra cups are getting a wee bit too roomy. (oh boobs, why are you always the first to go?)
My pants are extra droopy. (which, who doesn't find jeans that give a girl a nice butt droop extra sexy?)
I bought a smaller pair of jeans and they do not fit like a sausage casing. (because I am a fan of both breathing and proper circulation)
My watch just now dangles on my wrist. (which I just paid $$$ not to long ago to get the watch resized and new batteries and crap)
My cheekbones are sticking out more.
My collarbone is starting to be visible.
My back mini-roll is extra mini.
I should be jumping with glee. I mean, don't get me wrong...I am happy to be losing the weight. I am just not over excited...especially since now I need to go buy new bras (and pants and shirts). Even the cheap bras aren't that cheap. And even though the ladies have shrunk some...they are still large enough to get into trouble without proper restraint. I don't know how much weight I have lost...because I have NO idea how much I weigh. Now I just need to start going to the gym regularly so I can get some muscle. Because...being a girl...I also want to have inner thighs that could crush a walnut.
What? Most girls don't want that?