Throw the scale out....well maybe!

Okay I know that the scale is a horrible thing, and I know I was worried about becoming attached to it. Well, I am.  BUT, I have realized that there is so many other ways to show my weight lose journey.  Some of them have made me double over in laughter and others brought grins to my face.

In the last couple of weeks I have been crazy busy but I have been noticing some funny things that have made me realize I have lost weight.  So, get ready for some giggles all at my expense cause there is some funny ones.

So I have been running around trying to get my house back together so exercising as not been as big of a priority, and neither has been spending time getting ready in the morning.  I got dressed the other day and put my bra on when all of a sudden I realized my boob was completely lost in my bra.  I could have packed two of those sucks in one cup.  I have been the same size in the chest for ever, I have been a 40D and currently I am a 34C now.

Another morning I was running down the stairs in a cute skirt when I almost went face first in the hardwood.  One would think I may have tripped over something but sadly that was not the case.  My underwear fell down to my ankles, while running down the stairs.  Funny yes--pretty NO!

Every woman has a pair of "fat girl" or "PMS" pants that are their go to every month.  I went to put my on cause I was feeling bloated and yucky.  Well, did I laugh, my PMS pants were officially ready to be given to the next linebacker for a CFL team!

I was cleaning out my closet.  Trying on clothes which fit and did not fit.  When I turned, the pile that did not fit -- meaning the TOO BIG pile was greater than the fit pile.

I brought all the winter gear up only to discover my winter coat that I loved last year is too big and needs to be taken in ALL OVER.

BUT the best one was when I was lining the shelves in the kitchen with shelf paper.  My back was getting sore and I wanted to sit down.  Behind me was my little two step ladder.  I kinda fell into it thinking I would lean when I sat.  I mean I sat......down..........on the step ladder.  MY ASS FIT--WITH ROOM!!!  I laughed, I danced, I cried.  Seriously I am not lying I did all that, At. Home. Alone.  Then I called my girlie and girl, my hubby and even my Mommy!

So, when I bitch about a half a fucking pound, I will take out my ladder and sit down awhile and smile.  I will remind me I have lost almost 30 pounds (sounds better than 28).  I have come down 2 dress sizes and no longer need a plus size store. ( 18+ to a size 14 regular)  Most importantly I will think of my girlfriend Kelly who has told me at least a dozen times to "throw the fucking scale out" and smile, giggle and move on!

I have enclosed a picture of me sitting on my ladder in my newly fixed kitchen after a hot shower after my 5km run tonight--booyah!