But, I must tell you shit gets real after a point. After the ticker tape of the initial weight loss, the new feelings and the refreshed wardrobe I am left at a new starting point. Physically I have lost a tremendous amount of weight, and mentally I have shedded some unwanted bullshit too. However, I am noticing my outer shell needs some re-shaping.
The party is ova', so you ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck up outta here! In a nutshell this is my mantra to my former self. It was an easy first 60 days; very much like a new relationship it was all love and dandy. I fought food cravings, starting exercising regularly eliminated bullshit and became the caterpillar of the old me trying to spin my cocoon. Now it's real, I am spinning my cocoon and by spring I will be ready to spread my wings.
I think one of my greatest trepidations of this journey so far is to be outwardly judged by the "work-out" folks. Like I feel all proud and shit about my progress but when I walk into their gym I'm just a fat bitch on a treadmill. Maybe I should carry around before and after pictures to shove in their faces; ya know... gotta keep my pimp hand strong. Okay really I won't do that but I want to.
So tomorrow is the day! I am taking one step closer to the new symmetry of me. I love being beautiful, hell who doesn't. And when you have been beautiful your whole life it is difficult to accept being unsymmetrical. (And if all else fails I will go tanning HA!)