Yes. It is, in fact, my birthday. I am officially 23.
And I had to get up early, teach this morning and study this afternoon (lots of research). Then, I have to go back to school early tonight to study even more and take a quiz and sit through a three-hour class in which I will be paying attention.
On my birthday…
I has a sad.
What would I rather be doing instead? Oh, lots of thing… Cake might be involved. I miss cake… NO CAKE, SHAE! Sorry!
Husband said he bought me a present -even though I told him not to buy me a present because we’re broke -but I am super excited about it. (I haven’t snooped or anything!) He said he didn’t spend a whole lot of money on it so that’s at least a plus. Maybe he’ll clean the kitchen, too… Hum? That’s free!
I suppose I should tell you the reason I am posting about my birthday instead of something substantial -because there is an actual reason other than me being 23 and how popular that makes me on Facebook. By the way… I’m super popular today.
A looooong time ago, I set out a few goals for myself and revealed to you some very personal information… like my weight.
And my measurements were:
- Chest: 35″
- Under Bust: 30″
- Natural Waist: 29.5″
- Low Waist (along the pooch as I say): 35″
- Hips: 40″ (and they will be forever… I don’t see this number going down… ever)
- Left/Right Bicep: 12″ each
- Left/Right Thigh-Quad: 22.7″ each (B00.)
- Left/Right Calf: 14.5″ each (these will get bigger)
- Weight: 140 (ish)
What are my measurement goals? I don’t actually know about the numbers, but I want more muscles in my arms and abs, less jiggle in my thighs and less visible cellulite on my butt. Whatever number those are -that’s what I want.
That’s what I was. And, while I didn’t measure everything -mostly because I don’t want to know, here are my current measurements.
- Pooch: 1″ lost; currently 34″
- Hips: TOTALLY though I lost an inch; still 40″
- Biceps: Gained 0.5″ per arm
- Weight: 137 (ish)
Did I meet my goals? Well, I wanted to jiggle less – I don’t jiggle less. My butt? Haven’t checked in a while… Nevermind. It’s still pretty bad. I guess I also wanted to have a regular gym schedule – I have that!
So how far have I really come? Let me tell you how I feel.
I have more energy even when I’m exhausted. I drink less coffee, eat less sugar and sodium, drink less alcoholic beverages and munch more fresh and homemade foods.
I feel better about myself. I’m wearing clothes I would usually feel uncomfortable in, like dress pants and blouses and heels. I put make up on more often and do my hair again (when I have time and patience).
When people compliment me, I let them -especially if that person happens to be Husband. I don’t put myself down (unless I’m really bloated, but that’s just because I like sharing that with everyone). (By the way – I’m bloated.)
I don’t hate my body.
It’s weird. After being mad about the way I look for so long, changing that perception is really difficult.
I still get mad at my hair. I still hate lipstick and nail polish and plucking my eyebrows. I still bite my nails ’til they bleed. Don’t worry! I haven’t changed much! But I don’t hate the whole mock-up, the whole Shae. I guess she’s growing on me.
…took long enough, huh?
Happy Measurement’s Day! (I just grew one year!)