The Unsung Glories of Fat Loss

25 Jun
Fat Albert in the NC State Fair Sideshow

Photo by Jo Anna Barber. Click the image to check out her Flickr Photostream.

I think the best part about losing weight is that my legs no longer rub together when I walk.

It’s true.  I’m just saying.  It’s true.

I started thinking that maybe I could begin to break down my weight loss goals into small, measurable goals such as this.  After all, the thing that made me want to lose weight in the first place was the sudden realization that I could push all my spare tire fat to the front of my body and hold it there in my hands.

When you can hold your fat in your hands, you should probably take action.

And so I did.  I can no longer hold said fat in said hands.  And the legs aren’t chubby enough to rub together while I go about my errands for the day.   And since this seems to be an effective tactic, I think I’ll keep it up.  After all, it requires me to admit humiliating and fatty things about myself, get angry at those things, and then change them and celebrate the victory.  How could it fail?

Let’s consider some of my next steps:

  • Wave goodbye and hello without the bottom half of my upper arm waving at a slower rate
  • Wear any pair of pants without a distinction between the fat that makes it into the pants and the fat that pours out the top
  • Eliminate that bra-eating-my-back-fat feeling I sometimes get
  • Bend over in a pair of jeans without my butt crack quietly slipping up and out of them
Of course, there are many goals for after the initial stages that I can’t even fathom right now.  Liberating things like not having to wear cardigans to work in the summertime because I don’t want to look at my arm fat all day.  Or trying on clothes without obsessing over my kangaroo pouch.                                                                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                          That’s the pouch of soft, gooey fat in the front of my torso that, if I were a kangaroo, would house a baby kangaroo.  A joey, if you will.  

So here’s to fat loss, and all the small glories I shall experience on the way.  

May I find myself soon unable to harbor a baby kangaroo. 

 
 
Today’s RAK:  A little something for a brand new friend.

 

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4 Responses to “The Unsung Glories of Fat Loss”

  1. Jules June 25, 2011 at 2:47 pm #

    Enjoy the new lifestyle Jackie. I hope you keep it up, because it’s totally worth it!! 😀

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  2. KristenSays June 29, 2011 at 2:31 pm #

    let me know what happens to the baby kangaroo. i may have a pouch available… 😉

    Like

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