The funny thing about pants is....

220 lbs - Total loss 25 lbs and 10%

A funny thing happened this week. I needed dress pants for an employment test I had to take and when I went to put a pair on they didn't fit. As a matter of fact all four pairs didn't fit. It would have been funnier if I didn't have to leave the house in such a rush. Thankfully my mom came to my rescue in the shirt department but my slacks were a little baggy. Of course I show up and half the people are wearing jeans!

It's weird I look in the mirror and tell myself the only direction to move is forward. I realize my weight will plateau and stall and maybe even go up a little but I am ready to be a smaller "me". I see my side profile in the mirror and all I can think is how excited I am for more changes. To be honest I am looking forward to seeing the scale dip below 200. I think back to the last 10 years and I wonder why its taken so long to realize that I don't have to be this person. I have every intention of starting each day with the positive affirmation that I will be healthy and lighter than the day before :)

I finished reading the Secret this week. I am going to read it again. I just want to remind myself to be grateful of what I have right now. I have so many family members and friends who are amazing and supportive. Without them I would not be where I am right now. I am grateful for the people who are reading my blog or who know the journey I am on and give me compliments. It is always good to have a little reinforcement.

As many of you may or may not know I applied to Concord PD for an entry level dispatch position. I have had some time to think about where I want to be and despite the chaos I really want to be in law enforcement. I have to believe that the knowledge I acquired from the Sheriff's office is useful and not all lost on a time that wasn't right for my family. I took the POST exam last night and I have to say it is really hard. I dare not assume I got a passing score until I see it in person :) I guess we will just see where this process gets me this time! You guys all know if I wasn't doing something a little bit crazy life would be boring!

Fun in Vegas!

No change this week 

I decided not to get on the scale this week mostly because we got back from Vegas Sunday and because I have been super sick. The one time I did look at the scale my weight was the same. I am hoping that I start to feel better in the next few days and can head back to the gym. I am still counting my points everyday though even though food is kind of last on my mind. 

Vegas was tons of fun! Lots of beautiful girls dressed in their 50's best and plenty of greaser boys in their cuffed Levis. Viva Las Vegas is the biggest Rockabilly car show in the world and in case we needed any reminders there are so many international attendees! I swore every time we got on the elevator it was Australia, Germany, France, the UK, etc. It is an event sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon so there is plenty of drinking to be had. I would say I was over that as of Friday morning. It sounds fun and all to act 19 again but it's not worth it to me anymore to feel horrible. 

We saw the Burlesque show on Friday night which was actually very cool! It is a variety show so there was singing, magic and of course girls in tassels. It is quite remarkable how classy burlesque is in comparison with stripping :) Saturday night we went to see Tiger Army (Punk music/psychobilly..don't ask me to explain) at the House of Blues in Mandalay Bay. I giggled that the tall PBR was $11 as opposed to the $3 we paid at Viva. We bought general admission tickets so we were in the pit I suppose you could call it. At about my waist was the floor to the next level which was VIP seating and bottle service tables. It is a punk show so really not many of those seats were filled but sure enough Luke and I had two 100 lbs girls in 5" heels and their pimp...I mean friend with them. Apparently the one closest to me couldn't hold her alcohol. Yep that's right...I got puked on. Fortunately just down my arm and not on my clothes or anything. I ran up to the bathroom thinking that little miss tiny ass would leave. She didn't. So we moved away from her general direction and sure enough she picked up an empty cup and puked again. By the time security realized what was going on the show was over. It's a very good thing I am not squeamish. 

I think I needed a little reminder of what 24lbs looks like so I compared a few pictures taken over the last weekend to ones taken in the last year or two. Okay...I do see the difference now. I have a long ways to go but progress feels good!