First of all, there were three things that happened in June that totally threw off my weight loss/work out/lifestyle change groove. First, school started, secondly, my hours at work increased and then there was that darn pneumonia. This all lead to me going a whole month (including 2 straight weeks) without working out or watching what I ate. So July comes rolling around and I’m still having some issues finding my way…getting the umph to work out as well as avoiding my sweet/salty craving. August shows up and I have no excuses for why I’m not working out except that I was being mad lazy. And then when I did work out, it didn’t show up on the scale.

So it’s September now…and I knew it was time for me to put my foot down and get back into the swing of things. First of all, no more treats…that’s right…goodbye chocolate and farewell french fries…I’m all business. Then I had to promise to make some personal time for my treadmill…we had a falling out last month. I came home channeling some old school Janet Jackson and was like, “What have you done for me lately?” Seriously, I sweat and I wheeze and I battle shin splints and you can’t burn one freaking pound off?!? We are so done! It’s over! But I had to suck it up and admit that I was being counter productive…working out and then eating a bowl of french fries and barbecue sauce will never equal weight loss.

And lastly on the road to getting my groove back, I had to come to terms with the fact that my scale hates me.  It has given me the same dang number for nearly 3 months. I’m sorry, but I am so not cool with that. I mean, here is this little silver and black contraption that I stood on every week and I let the numbers it chose to display make or break my day. I would be in a perfectly good mood and then I’d get on the scale and my whole damn day was shot. I refuse to let some inanimate object that doesn’t even care about how much work I’m putting into this dictate the way I feel. I’m DONE. So I adopted my new slogan: SCREW THE SCALE. That’s right, I said it. I’m not scared. I’ll say it again. SCREW THE SCALE! I know what I’m doing. I’m eating right, I busting my ass every day sweating buckets, lakes and rivers. I’m doing it right. So what if the scale doesn’t reflect this! My clothes do. My jeans don’t fit…too big. I found my waist and I even wake up feeling smaller.

Some day, my scale and I will have a nice sit down and discuss our differences, but in the mean time, SCREW IT!

Ever get that feeling that someone has implanted your head onto someone else’s body? Yeah, me neither until recently. When I was a kid, my mom would always say, “You learn something new, damn near every day.” It was just something she said, but I’m realizing it was true. As of late, I’m learning a lot about my body. It’s changing…like pubescent changing or something. When I’m getting dressed, I notice all of these differences…

Well let me see if I can break it down for you…There are all types of figures that we women have been bless with (or cursed with as the case may be) whether it be the hourglass or the pear or the triangle or the lasagna noodle. I have never been skinny or small for that matter. Well actually I was a small baby, but then they fed me and it seems as if I didn’t stop eating until I was 21. So the body I’ve had has always kind of resembled a beach ball with limbs.

Now, all of a sudden I have all these indentations and dips and curves—instead of just rolls. I went out the other weekend in some tight size 14 jeans and a tight shirt and went in at the waist and it was commented on many times that night that I had an hourglass figure.

The thing is since I’ve never really known a small day in my life; I kind of don’t know my body type. I had no idea that my butt was this noticeable until my waist started shrinking. Or that my boobs would STAY THE SAME EXACT SIZE! Goodness, they are starting to look like they need their own zip code! But that is besides the point… I am suffering through a plateau and maybe I’ve been a bit down on myself, but this new…discovery, I guess, has got me feeling better. I mean, looking good and having an actual shape…I might just keep this up.