WEIGH-IN and NEW MEASUREMENTS

Oh the unbridled joy, of taking measuring tape in hand and wrapping it around great mounds of gelatinous limbs and torso.

I make a party out of it, skipping naked through the house, thundering through the house actually, with cane in hand of course, which makes it a rather noisy affair. But a party nonetheless. I streak nude from one end of the house to the other, then slowly make my way back to the dreaded full-length mirror where I chug-a-lug a bottle of Wild Turkey and get on with the sordid business at hand. Measuring and weighing my ungainly carcass.

*Note: last weigh-in/measuring party was on June 15, 2009:

Weight: 220 lbs. ---loss of 4 lbs!!
Waist: 47" ---loss of 1 1/4"

Hips: 47 1/2" ---loss of 1"

Bra Line: 41 1/4"---loss of 3/4"
Rt. Thigh: 25"---loss of 1 1/2"

Lt. Thigh: 25 1/4"---loss of 3/4"

Neck: 16 1/2"---same

Upper Rt. Arm: 14 1/4"---loss of 1 1/4"
Upper Lt. Arm: 14 3/4"---loss of 1 1/4"
Rt. Calf: 15 1/2"---same
Lt. Calf: 15 7/8"---loss of 1/8"
Rt. Wrist: 6 3/8" (new measurement)
Lt. Wrist: 6 1/4" ( " " )

So the good news is by some miracle I managed to drop 4 lbs and a few inches. Probably had to do with the stress of the basement flooding and moving crap around and being stressed out over health issues. But, I have to take some credit:


I've added about another full cup of raw veggies to my daily diet bringing it up to approx 3 cups of raw veggies and some fruits as well each day. My gut is adjusting well and I'm having some relief from some gastrointestinal problems that have plagued me for years.

Doing some "chair" exercises for now. Still not able to drag my fat ass to the pool, just a little too scared yet. So shy, especially about the flat chest thing and the giant belly...damned Breast Cancer anyway...I feel like such a freak and people do stare...sometimes I feel so androgynous with this fat amorphous body and no boobies, that I wonder if people think I'm like a pre-surgery trans-gender person or something. I mean I do look kind of like an old boozer with this gut sticking out. I dunno...I get panic-stricken just thinking about doing things in public, much less messing around in a dressing room at the health club...in the pool...damn. We'll see. Courage is coming to me in small doses right now. Hopefully at some point I just won't give two shits what anyone thinks of how I look and I can just get on with it.

Goals before next weigh-in:
1. Lose another 4 to 6 pounds
2. Go swimming
3. Walk around the block with my cane and a friend.
4. Continue to add whole raw foods to my daily routine until I'm at 5 cups a day.

Cheers!