"Even when you were skinnier, you always had some mass to you."
Even though I've known Aaron for 11 years, we've been together for 5 of those 11, and we're basically joined at the hip, I'd never told him how much I weighed. He's always thinks I look beautiful and I wasn't about to ruin that vision by putting a big fat number to that idea.
I brought up the subject yesterday when I told him I've lost 33 pounds. The last two days I've worn shirts I've not been able to wear for at least 3 years and I'm the lightest I've been since I got sick and gained 60 pounds over the course the summer of 2005. Anyway, long story short, I finally told him how much I weighed. This after he guestimated my weight at 30 pounds lighter than I actually am. He was shocked how much I actually weigh, but then added, "You know, when we started dating and you were skinnier, I'd pick you up and you always had some mass to you, even then."
Even now that I've lost more than 30 pounds I'm still significantly overweight, but you'd never guess how overweight just by looking at me. I'm a very solid person and always have been. In this yearbook shot of me throwing for high school track, I was pretty darn close to 140 pounds, and I thought this picture was unflattering at that time:
And a step further, here's me in the 170s (and able to run miles and miles at a time). I never thought I looked as heavy as I actually was.
This is what I weighed for nearly 10 years until I inexplicably got sick:
(Me on the right)
Here's me (in the dark blue) kicking ass in a relay (we won).
And who enters a beauty pageant around 175 pounds? I did!
One time a theme park weight guesser estimated me to be 30 pounds too light. A loud gasp went up from the crowd. I'm a bit taller than average, and my bones are larger (he can't even wrap his thumb and forefinger around my wrist. I think it helps a lot that I carry my weight pretty evenly and have a flat stomach.
I don't feel great that I told Aaron, but at least he's on the same plane as a couple of girlfriends who know the whole fatty truth. Maybe when I get closer to my weight goal, I'll spill the beans to all of LJ land.
Anyway, I'm pretty please, as you can see here, which was taken yesterday morning.
I'm getting there. And Dr. Atkins is an honorary best friend.
I brought up the subject yesterday when I told him I've lost 33 pounds. The last two days I've worn shirts I've not been able to wear for at least 3 years and I'm the lightest I've been since I got sick and gained 60 pounds over the course the summer of 2005. Anyway, long story short, I finally told him how much I weighed. This after he guestimated my weight at 30 pounds lighter than I actually am. He was shocked how much I actually weigh, but then added, "You know, when we started dating and you were skinnier, I'd pick you up and you always had some mass to you, even then."
Even now that I've lost more than 30 pounds I'm still significantly overweight, but you'd never guess how overweight just by looking at me. I'm a very solid person and always have been. In this yearbook shot of me throwing for high school track, I was pretty darn close to 140 pounds, and I thought this picture was unflattering at that time:
And a step further, here's me in the 170s (and able to run miles and miles at a time). I never thought I looked as heavy as I actually was.
This is what I weighed for nearly 10 years until I inexplicably got sick:
(Me on the right)
Here's me (in the dark blue) kicking ass in a relay (we won).
And who enters a beauty pageant around 175 pounds? I did!
One time a theme park weight guesser estimated me to be 30 pounds too light. A loud gasp went up from the crowd. I'm a bit taller than average, and my bones are larger (he can't even wrap his thumb and forefinger around my wrist. I think it helps a lot that I carry my weight pretty evenly and have a flat stomach.
I don't feel great that I told Aaron, but at least he's on the same plane as a couple of girlfriends who know the whole fatty truth. Maybe when I get closer to my weight goal, I'll spill the beans to all of LJ land.
Anyway, I'm pretty please, as you can see here, which was taken yesterday morning.
I'm getting there. And Dr. Atkins is an honorary best friend.