I also have to put this out there because I'm really super proud, but after gaining 50 (yes, throw up in your mouth a little) pounds in the first year and a half dating my fiancee (home made pasta and cake decorating classes doomed me, plus lack of motivation to go running, and a boyfriend with a thing for ordering steak and two sides of mashed potatoes, yet he manages to stay thin-- ugh.), I just lot 25 of them. Clearly still 25 to go, simple math, but I got halfway there! Weight Watchers, I love you. Please let me be a spokesperson.
Here's my before and after:
|Before - Boston Museum of Science. Me vs Dinosaur. Clearly impending doom. Not huge, but way bigger than I'm comfortable with. Me, I mean, not the T-Rex.|
|Trying on some of my pre-fat pants. Still too tight to avoid looking like a sausage||, but they buttoned.|
25 more pounds left to go, and two and a half months left before the wedding. And the honeymoon, which includes a bikini in Bermuda. Ready, set, go!