-50.5!!!!!

So, I've been biking to work and back since Wednesday, even though my butt is EXTREMELY saddle sore. Yesterday, I decided to go to Curves after work and then bike home. Omigoodness. I do not recommend this! I was so tired, I had to walk up every hill and my legs were like jelly. I know that the more weight I lose and the better shape my muscles are in, the easier biking is going to get, but as my front desk lady said when I walked in the door looking like a refugee just in from the desert, "Rome wasn't built in a day, you know!"

What's really awesome though, is that I can already feel real muscle through the flab--my arms and legs are tighter, and it seems like my abdomen stays sucked in more, which is nice.

Also, yesterday, I fit into a brand new pair of size 24 khakis I bought at LB aaaages ago to help motivate me to lose weight (it didn't work then, but it was sure motivating yesterday!). I've been a little 'eh' about my weight loss so far because even though the scale was moving, it didn't seem like my clothes were fitting so differently.

But, let's be honest.

After taking off about 40 pounds on WW in 2002-2003, I slowly crept up to my original 24s and then kept creeping. By the time I faced the fact that there was no way I could continue going to work in t-shirts and yoga pants and bought new clothes, I had skipped right into the 28s.

And just a few months after that, I was really stress-testing every outfit I wore (all 4x and size 28-30). I mean, if those sweatshop seamstresses weren't so dang good at their jobs, I'd have been popping out of my clothes all day long. And, because 28s are like the tippy-tip-top of the plus size mall stores, I was not about to start mail ordering clothes. (And, why is it that some people can have their a-ha! moment when they hit double-digit sizes or when they top out of "regular" clothing stores? Why did mine have to come when I was forced to either have surgery to lose this weight permanently, or convert to being a Muslim for the high fashion burkas?)

So, realistically, this 50 pounds has probably dropped me three or four sizes from a 30/32 to a 24. Whoo-hoo!

I think that the next fifty pounds will probably be the most fun to lose, because it'll be that fifty that will take me from "ew-did you see that COW over there--I would not leave my house if I were that fat!" to "Hey, you wanna go out for coffee sometime?" At 226, for my height, I'll look like a heavy normal--probably even fit into clothes at Old Navy and the Gap! And, seriously, a little more action in the dating category won't be all bad, either!

Happy Friday, ya'll!! :)