I've been called a "skinny bitch." More than once. :-) I actually love being called a skinny bitch. Because the way they're not calling me a bitch in a bad way. They are recognizing the work that I have done. They are honoring the decisions that I've made. I chose smaller portions and low-fat and low-sugar options, when everyone else is not.
I've been called a "health nut." Yeah, I NEVER imagined that one happening.
My clothes fall off of me. Literally. 2 months into losing weight, I went and bought some jeans, since I didn't have any to wear to work. 3 months ago, I changed jobs and needed new clothes. Those clothes are falling off of me. Wow.
I've learned so much about nutrition and health. That's pretty cool.
I am inspiring others.
I've found ways to eat things I like, without breaking the caloric bank.
I still eat cake, cookies, chocolate, candy, and ice cream. When I was first starting to lose weight, I was so proud of myself when I had a slice of pizza. Because I had A slice of pizza instead of a pizza. I didn't feel bad about myself when I "slipped." Which is the great thing about WW, eating "junk food" isn't "cheating." The plan accommodates for it. I congratulated myself for my self-control and recognized the accomplishment of eating one piece of pizza instead of 6. and I really really really love that I can still lose weight while eating a few pieces of chocolate a day.
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