i'd been feeling so great lately, smug even, about losing all this weight, just like that. a week and a half after wearing my skinny jeans for the first time in months, i can do every skinny-girl-in-training's fave trick: take them off without undoing the button and zipper.

and then i saw some photos someone took of me yesterday.

in one shot, i looked almost pregnant, my stomach pressing against the fabric of one of my fave asphalt coloured t-shirts, a shirt i'd registered in my head as almost too big. in another, i look stocky, dressed in a boxy black long sleeve and the too loose jeans. they are horrible, these pics. i hate that i look like this. that i still look fat. i'm not unpretty, but fat.

it's a total disconnect: anorexics look in the mirror and think they're fatter than they are. i look into the mirror and think that i am skinnier than i am.

i realised i still have such a long, long way to go with my weight loss, even if i'm almost halfweigh to goal, even if i weigh less than i have in 18 (?) months or so.

it's so odd. i think this disconnect stems from the fact that i ignored my weight for such a long time. for the past three months, i've been tracking my weight, when for ages before that, i never stepped on the scale, ever, for fear of what i'd see. i'm trying to reconstruct what i weighed when, to understand when and how i managed to gain all this weight, and why the hell i let it happen. how the hell did i get here?

it's sketchy, but i have some clues: i know that last august, i weighed about 84kg. from barely filled spreadsheets i created with every diet effort, i gather that the year before, in august 2006, i weighed 74kg. a year before that, after a year of extremely hard workouts and heartache, i was at my skinniest documented weight in recent years, hitting 69kg for a short little while in the fall of 2005. that's where i want to get back to. i liked my body back then.

but yeah, 14kg in three years, plus an extra five. 20kg. that is SO much weight. the possible culprits: my deskbound job, long hours, a complete lack of workouts, an overweight boyfriend, lots of emotional stress and the bakery downstairs from the office.

i still got the job, the long hours, the overweight boyfriend. the bakery is still there, but i've been avoiding it, and it's easy now. once you're out of the cheese roll and muffin-combo ever afternoon-habit, life is better. i have been working on reducing the emotional stress, telling people to get lost, but there have not been any (!) workouts yet. i got a turbojam dvd off ebay a few weeks ago after seeing the scarily awesome results that sundry mourning's linda got from it, but haven't done it once. haven't been to the gym in months, because it's too far from home and work and i am always exhausted after work. the only thing i've been up to is a couple of bikram classes when i'm at the boys', but that's it. but i absolutely need to start working out. otherwise, life will suck royally. because weight watchers now allots me a meagre 20 points, total. which is mean. and likely to drop further. so i need to workout to be able to eat more. and to feel better.

i know i feel so much better (and see results so quickly) when i work out. so why is it so hard to get myself moving?


in other news, i'm starting to get all paranoid. am i really losing weight? maybe it's just the battery in my scale dying slowly! maybe it's just my thyroid medication! maybe i don't need that medication to start with! maybe, maybe, maybe.

they're so very lame, these selfdoubts.


the skinny jeans.

i fit into my skinny jeans today. mind you, they're not really skinny, they're ultra low rise jeans from the gap in a size 14. not skinny at all. but my skinniest.

had to run some laundry today, so the jeans my boyfriend bought for me in ny in january (which were kinda too large when he got them and out of which i was bursting out of in may) had to go into the wash as well. so i grabbed a pair of jeans i bought in the fall of '06, and which i hadn't worn in at least 8 months, and hadn't comfortably worn for another three months before that. and they fit. really well, too. i wore thema all day without any discomfort. woah.

i shouldn't be that surprised: this morning, the scale showed 79,3 kg, a loss of exactly 10kg. what a shocker. i've got my weigh in tomorrow, a day early, because i'm off on a business trip later tomorrow. i hope that superlow weight wasn't a fluke.

but then, i am working really hard on my weight (how shallow can you get to write a sentence like that?): i aim to eat 17 of my allotted 21 points and have managed that so well. i'm staying away from my usual vices (breads and chocolates) and actually cook meals every night. mostly the same, point-safe meals, but still.

anyway. skinny jeans, yeah.

five more kg down, and i'll buy some new ones. it's a goal.


it works! it works!

i signed up for weight watchers on april 30th, bursting out of my fat jeans and feeling horrid. ten weeks of points counting later and i've lost almost 9kg and can't wear my fat jeans anymore, because they are way too lose. so far, weight watchers works for me, and i'm quite shocked about it. who would have thought that it'd be this easy?

in any way, their forums suck and i need to document this, ha, journey somewhere. hence this blog, which should be irrelevant to anyone but me.

welcome, nontheless.

this morning, the scales showed a 7 as the first number. hooray.