Saggy....

My story Past 2 will be continued at a later date...

Today, walking by a mirror I glanced at myself and holy fuck - I know that girl.

Slowly I am coming back to life. I look at my face and I can see my features. I have checkbones and my legs aren't bloated with water and fat, it's so weird how my mind can't seem to wrap around the fact that I've lost weight.

I lost 73 pounds so far. It feels like surgery was in a past life however, after counting the squares twice in my Outlook calendar I realized, I've only been banded for 4 months and a half.

My friend e-mailed me a few days ago, and we got to talking about clothes and I was bitching about how I just can't afford buying new clothes every fucking minute. I mentionned a pair of jeans I purchased in September that I was especially peeved about because I paid $70.00 bucks and I wore them maybe 5 times and now they are too big.

She replied that our mutual friend might take them since she's gained weight and is at about 240 or so. Anyway, not thinking I reply back "Oh no, she's too small, they wouldn't fit her".

Then after I click "Send" I realize that I weigh 211 at the moment, and when I purchased those jeans I was maybe 240 or 250.

Hearing that she weighted 240 sounded so small to me, because for such a long time I was 289. My banded friend had warned me about this syndrome. You lose weight so fast that your brain can't catch up to your body.

It's fucked, to say the least.

I've had a really good week food wise. I've been a good girl and didn't eat a reese chocolate bar for once, those fuckers are my biggest downfall I swear to god. I could of done better on the water intake (well I'm drinking some right now).

I think over the weekend, I'm going to treat myself with an fancy outfit. Christmas is fast approaching and there will be family shingdigs so it's the perfect excuse.

I don't like wearing baggy clothes. Nothing I hate more than a baggy crotch or ass.

M