There's a lot on my mind this morning, and I'm feeling quite random.
After viewing this, you may think I have too much time on my hands -
nay - you may think me crazy.
You'd be right about one of them - and I'll let you choose.
3.2 to go baby.
I might make it.
I might not.
I just know I'll try my best.
I found a calf muscle in my leg yesterday.
I'm pretty excited about it - I mean I have to really work it for it to show, but I KNOW it's there - and that leads me to this thought....
Losing weight takes a lot of faith.
Faith in the process.
I had to lose a good solid 30lbs before people started noticing, and I realized I had a skeleton.
I'm down 45 and I'm just starting to see muscle definition - still under layers of fat.
Today, sitting in my chair having my coffee - I felt small.
I am realizing that I have a tiny frame - and all the while I used to feel like an Amazon woman.
I'm planning a full disclosure post hopefully sometime next week.
The dreaded before pictures.
Plenty of drivel.
I might even tell you how much I weigh.
After pictures - which are really during pictures, cause I'm only half done with my action phase of weight loss.
I want my weight struggle to help somebody if it can, and me not being completely open - is useless.
(I have received several emails from a few of you - and I will answer them soon - promise)
Here's a crazy video - showing you what I dream about....