And if you subtract last week's total loss from 18, you'll come up with this week's magic number. Don't feel like clicking through? That's okay, I'm pretty easy to get along with.
I lost 1.5 pounds this week.
Er, um, waitaminute … I LOST 1.5 POUNDS!!!
That's 18 pounds in 19 weeks. I'm feeling Pretty. Damned. Good. about that.
To sum up: Pre-paleo I'd lost 7 pounds in 14 weeks. In the past 5 weeks I've lost 11.
Here's what that looks like. I CRINGE posting the before picture. I only took it so I could crop away everything but the sweater, which was the only knitted item I completed last year. But it's the only full-length photo of myself I can find. Because, you know, fat women don't like to have their pictures taken.
Or at least this one doesn't.
I can tell a difference. Also, those jeans I'm wearing in the after shot? Those are The Jeans I've been trying on for a couple of months now. The ones I couldn't get on AT ALL in December (or for the previous two winters, for that matter). The denim capris in the September photo have an elastic waist, of course, because … well, if you've been there, you know why. The ones on the right are Lee Riders, made for everyday ordinary women who can zip and button their jeans.
|Meatza! Meatza! Mmmmm!|
We celebrated Cinco de Mayo (because, you know, Young and McNeer are soooo Mexican) with a south of the border-inspired meatza dinner. Which was basically a spicy burger topped with salsa, onions, peppers, avocado and cilantro (from the garden!). Meatza is paleo pizza, but next time I'll just cook regular-sized patties instead of one giant one, which fell apart. We're still getting asparagus, so I threw a handful of spears in the microwave with some Amish butter, squeezed some lemon juice on it and called it dinner. Olé!