"Rich, fatty
foods are like destiny: they too, shape our ends." ~ Author Unknown
Does the title make me sound like a reformed slut?
Not that there is anything wrong with that, reformed or otherwise.
Unfortunately, that is not what I am talking about.
I ACTUALLY crossed my legs the other day. I can't remember the last time I was physically able to cross my legs. One day they were just too fat and I couldn't do it anymore. I could cross an ankle over a knee but a full cross was impossible.
I was at a friend's, sitting in a chair chatting while I installed some software on her computer. I shifted in the chair and crossed my legs without a thought like I had been doing it all along. It took me several moments to realize the enormity of what I had done.
I still haven't dropped below 200 pounds, but it is proof positive that, while the actual loss is slow in coming, the weight is shifting as I eat healthier and move more. My legs have apparently gotten much more svelte from all the walking.
I can't say how happy that one small accomplishment has made me feel.
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