Weigh-In Edition 3

I currently have a six pound ball of fuzz sitting on my boobs as I try to type this entry from a supine position on the bed. I think my cat is a neo-Luddite as any attempt to access technology results in her either sitting in a way that prevents me from typing efficiently or makes me resort to using slightly painful, Yogic positions to work around her. Also, she's trying to eat my glasses. Bitch.

Am posting a 3 lb. loss for this week, which brings my current weight down to 224 lbs (100.2 kg). Also my waist has dropped a half inch to 38", which means I'm halfway back to the statistically tested safe zone of 35" or smaller and won't feel so guilty when the government issues their "FAT PEOPLE, PREPARE TO DIE" statements on the Internet.

Lori, the wonderfully supportive, fantastic blogger whose content puts mine to shame on a daily basis, reminded me that 8 lbs. is most famously known as the approximate weight of a human head (brought to you by Jerry Maguire and the letter T). So without further ado, I give you...

The head of one Thomas William Mapother Cruise! With a rather impressive set of balls inexplicably Photoshopped to his forehead. I'm thinking this picture might not be completely accurate as the scrotum appears to weigh at least six pounds by itself, but I'm willing to overlook that for the sake of comedy. I'll just send Tom and that eight pounds back to Hollywood to be with Katie and baby Suri and the remains of L. Ron and move on with my life.

I think the most gratifying part of this whole process for me so far is the actual sensation of being smaller. I don't know if we ever really feel what it's like to get bigger, besides vague internal comments like "I don't think my love handles ever brushed against my forearms like that" or "Who just balanced that martini on my ass shelf?", but since I am increasingly convinced that obesity is a matter of personal denial, those realizations are muffled along with all the other negative dialogue in our head. Now, though, even though I'm still so much fatter than I have been in the past I am so appreciating the space I feel around me. The smaller hips, the way my arms can rest at my sides without touching a waist and stomach. The way it's easier to move in a pair of jeans out of which I was busting just three weeks ago. How I just FEEL smaller, even if I don't look like it yet. That will come in time, I know.

I think I'm going to reward myself by going to some movie. I hope there's something non-sucky on this weekend. Best wishes to all of you, and thank you for your wonderful words again this week.