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I am down over 25 lbs now. It has been an excellent gift to myself, even if the thyr*xine did most of the work, my little Thyr*id B1ack Beauties. Granted I am trying to eat decently, but I am not vigilant about it. The walking helps, too.
The other night I lamented to Norma that I am still wearing the same pants. It's not that I want to buy more pants right now and I could probably go down a size, but, folks, I am wearing the same pants. They are most baggy on the legs and are prone to dragging, but, folks, I am wearing the same pants. I don't think my waist has changed significantly. We concluded that I must have lost more in my upper body and legs than middle and that each time I gain or lose weight it has a different pattern. My face is thinner, but not 25 lbs worth.
Over the weekend, I was going through digital pictures and happened upon a (probably purposefully forgotten) picture of P and I standing together a year ago. As the resident picture taker, I am in few. Of course, this is by design.
The picture is from around the time I was at my highest weight. This was maybe two months after I'd begun thyr*id treatment, but while I was still underdosed.
All I can say is OMG! I can bitch and moan, but it is unfounded. I emailed it to Norma and she had the same reaction, except she'd never say the G part, of course.
I hope this gives us motivation to keep up walking when it's cold; she's been bummed because walking and yoga haven't done their trick on her yet. I tried jogging a little last night, but wound up with a full blown asthma attack - not sure if it was the exertion or the cold, but it was unpleasant. I think I'll stick with walking for now.
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