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I do not understand how the scale is not budging but that I am obviously losing inches and they arent small inches either...
Cyndi, my friend - an inch is an inch. There are no small inches, only inches. The chocolate milk has finally gone to your head. I expected this to happen one day.
But, otherwise. congrats on the inches lost.
Have a story for you all. I have been trying to find clothes in my vast array of clothing from sized 18 to 50 that fit. Everytime I would find something, I would discover that I should have tried it on a couple of weeks before, because now, its too big.!
Well, so a few days ago, I picked some of the pants that are the closest to my size that are decent looking, and I took them off to a tailor. I picked this tailor because he has an italian name, and lo and behold, he's Italian!! Chance to speak the language, which is all good. So, today, I go to pick up a couple of pair of pants, and neither of them are small enough yet. BUMMER! One pair is close, but not really there yet. So, here is this little Italian man, standing behind me, gazing at my butt, (in the pants that are close, but not quite there) and he says, "non mi piace." Which means, "I don't like it." So, I turn and say, "Da vero?" Which is like saying "Really?" Then he gets all flustered, and says, "Mi piace la persona..." Which is like saying, I like the person. So, he is trying to say "I like you, just not how the pants fit." However, when you use any form of the verb "piacere" and relate it to a person, it becomes sort of sexually charged, because it is the verb "to pleasure" so, then he and I are both embarassed.....
And, on top of that, the pair I wore are WAY too big, and I need to go to work after this, so he says, ok, this one pair will be a real quick adjustment, so I will do them,and then you can wear them. So, I find myself sitting in his little dressing room in my undies waiting........
True to his word, he gets done lickety split and brings me the pants. I put them on and then we do the thing where he stands behind me and checks out the fit. This time, they pass, because he is checking the fit, and then gives me a little tap and says, "va bene" which means "goes well." SO, today, I had my bum tapped by an elderly Italian man who is about 5' 2" tall and weighs about 90 pounds. And there I am, nearly 6 feet tall weighin in at 380+ pounds!! How come this stuff always happens to me? Remember the hair dresser story? Boy oh boy.
Well, take care all. See you tomorrow for the weigh in. The plan seems to be working fairly well. We'll see tomorrow. Love you guys!