Memorial Day Weekend

Sooo I lost 3.5 pounds this week (thank GOD), so I lost the 2 pounds I gained and then a pound and a half (yayyyyy)!

So this weekend I made it a point to hit the beach, and this was the first time in YEARS that I have ever felt comfortable wearing a bathing suit AND short shorts. OMGGGGGGG!

sooo I took a picture of me with the bathing suit rolled up a little. DEFINITELY a big difference from the last time I wore one...

I'm still not ready for a bikini, but the progress is there! So for now its tankini time while I go to these abdominal classes at the gym. It's CRUNCH time for reals lol!

The rest of the weekend was pretty good, I drank, I ate, and I was still conscious about it. I don't think I did too much damage, and if I did create a dent, it won't be there for long :-)

Mother Nature Sucks Sometimes.

So the last two weeks have been kind of rough for me. It's had it's good points and it's bad points, but I've made it through.

(Sorry to my male readers)

I needed lots of THIS

Mother Nature has wreaked havoc on my body, and it did not result well on the scale, I gained 2 pounds last weigh in. Granted, I went the day AFTER my usual weigh in day, and I drank lots and lots of beer the day before (who goes to a Yankee game and doesn't drink? No one.)

Plus, my crimson wave was irregular, but it always was because of my weight. Now because of the loss it's regulating again. It's been really crazy, and although it finally came (thank GOD) it caused a lot of stress and worry for nothing.

For some reason, my body was (to put it nicely) blocked up. I've never had a harder time trying to use the bathroom ever. I can blame that on the crimson wave, because now that it's here, I'm good again.

Work has been really tense, stressful, and hectic. Never a good thing.

And to top that all off, my grandfather is really sick and in the hospital's ICU wing, over 1,000 miles away in Memphis, TN.

Life sucks.

But I do have high hopes for this week, since my body has decided to act right. I've got my fingers, toes, legs and arms crossed that I have a drop. If not, I'm going to go apeshit crazy.

Happy Mother's Day!!

My mom rocks.

Period.

She's been my #1 cheerleader for this lifestyle change I decided to take on exactly 12 months ago today.

Mom and Shay 2010

Everytime things got hard, she's be there to help keep me on the right path. I can't say enough how much she means to me. So this was just a little post to tell the world how my I love my mom!

Mom and Shay 2012

Battlefield Brain

First order of business, I weighed in today, lost 1.2 lbs. Yayy!

Me and my dirty UGGs lol

So, funny story about that shirt in the picture. You kinda can't tell from my pose, but it actually had small slits on the side at the hem, so my hips were exposed if I lifted my arms a little. 

Not my usual choice for my wardrobe.

But yesterday I went shopping with my friend. Well, she was shopping and I was looking. She came across this shirt and told me I had to try it on. I did, and I figured it would be great to wear on my Miami trip in August. 

She said "No, you can wear it now".

I brushed it off, because I just knew it wasn't true. I mean, I've lost 106 lbs, but I still have a long road ahead, right?

Wrong.

I ended up having to wear it because I was in a bind. I wasn't home, and all of my clothes that I packed were too hot for the BEAUTIFUL day outside. So I figured I'd wear it until I got home...but then I realized how good I did look in it. It took some getting used to having skin like that out, but by the end of the day I was more than comfortable in it.

Lately it's been a battle in my brain between the That Girl and Skinny Shay.

 VS

 That Girl tells me that I'm not fit enough to wear something like that. I should cover all areas, especially in the middle, since that's one of the biggest parts of me right now.

Skinny Shay tells me to rock the shit out of this shirt. She says I've worked too damn hard to not show a little skin. Sure, theres some jiggle left, but it's not a fully cropped top. Only the sides are exposed, and as far as she's concern, those parts are ready now.

That Girl says that no matter what I do, that jiggle will always be there, so to look for a bigger size, then it might be better.

Skinny Shay says the bigger size will look like a friggin tent on me, and to stop getting clothes that will be baggy on me to hide my shape. She says that at this point, I don't have too much to hide.

....and so on and so forth.

My head is a warzone, and it takes others to tell me to snap out of it, that I'm no longer That Girl, but Skinny Shay all the way.