NutMeg

She said no gym for two weeks. At the moment I can't even get my sneakers on, I have to wear over sized hello kitty slippers everywhere, but mostly I try to stay off it completely. I think she just wants to make sure it totally heals before I do anything, but maybe in a week I can get away with it...

So I went to the doctor for my toe today. She said no gym for two weeks. How depressing.

I'd say you do, around the eyes and nose. At least in your after picture. Maybe it's the angle/expression. Also Bruce looks a little different now then his Evil Dead days.

Thank you. I really like looking back on what I've accomplished. It can be hard to really feel the difference. Like in my head I still feel about the same looking through my eyes as I did when I was 225. I mean, obviously more strength and energy, but mentally I still feel fat. I tell my husband that if they plugged me into the matrix my mental picture of myself would probably be much bigger then I am. (Nerdiest way I can possibly put that...) The time line really helps me see the progress I've made, and it helps internalize it more. I can't wait to see your pictures! I love seeing before and after photos, and a time line is really great to track what you look like at each different weight. I suggest once a month or every ten pounds. Five can be hard to see the difference, 20 is a really big change. If you do it healthily you should be losing about 10lbs a month, so it works out.

Congrats! That's totally great.

It is strange to me how comfortable people feel making mean comments about thin people. You see this a lot with women, and I see a lot of passive aggressive face book statuses like "Well, I'm not an anorexic bitch, I'm a REAL WOMAN! I never want to be skinny and look like a little boy!" And they get lots of asspats and ego stroking about them being beautiful the way they are. But I know if I posted a face book status going "Well, I'm not a fat bitch, I'm a REAL WOMAN! I never want to be obese and look like a beach ball!" People would jump down my throat and call me mean and insensitive, which would be totally true. But the other comment is just as mean and insensitive, but they somehow get a free pass. I also hate the "anorexic or fat" mentality a lot of people seem to have, that you're either overweight or you must be starving yourself. What happened to "normal" weight? What happened to "average" or "healthy"? With 1 in 3 Americans overweight or obese, I guess that's what happened. I also get really frustrated when my friends say things like, "Well, I'll never be a super model, so why even try?" Why are super model and obese the only options in life? There are more sizes then 0 and 22. Sorry for my hijacking rant, it just really frustrates me sometimes. I have a lot of overweight friends that have these really unhealthy mind sets, and it makes me sad because it's like talking to a brick wall sometimes. Also the double standard drives me up the wall. Of course, they're entitled to poke their nose into my diet and tell me I don't eat enough, that I should live a little just this once, that I'm losing all my curves and getting too thin, but if I say they could stand to cut out some soda or make any comment about what they eat they jump down my throat all "HOW DARE YOU?!" It's making me not accept dinner dates anymore. Will I go see a movie with you? Sure. But don't judge me if I don't get popcorn. =_=

I wish! We have a patio kind out door of walkway, but it's how everyone gets to their apartments, so I'd literally be blocking someone's door if I put anything out there. We're on the third floor, but our complex looks more like a motel then a hotel with a cement area in the middle. But the manager is adamant that no one can use the space for anything personal because it's "communal". He wouldn't even let me keep my bike down there, made me carry it up to the third floor to try to keep in our studio. When I chained it up to a fence near by in the neighborhood it got stolen... Our rent is cheap, but I'd love to move somewhere with a yard or at least flower boxes or something.

Oh, but I'd also be honest about what it is they're eating. I remember when I was about eight years old I had a huge fight with my best friend because she wouldn't believe me that beef was cows, pork was pigs, ect. She thought I was making it up to be mean and make her feel bad. I'd never want my kids to have that moment where they realize their bacon is Babe.

You know, it's funny. My husband's mother and aunts are also vegetarian, and were raised that way by his grandmother. She lived on a farm, and saw the animals as her pets, so she refused to eat them when they were slaughtered and was horrified when they were. But my husband isn't vegetarian. His mom let him eat meat whenever he wanted, and even cooked it for him. But his sister is vegetarian still to this day, and never had any interest in eating meat, kind of just like me. Also my dad isn't vegetarian, but my mom used to never let him cook meat in the house, but he would always get it at restaurants. Same with my husband, his dad eats meat too. It's just funny how things turn out that way. We didn't realize we had so much in common until we started talking about our families, even if he went one way and I went the other. I'd say boys are more likely to eat meat, but one of my brothers is still veggie and my uncle went full vegan and has been for ten plus years. My mom says it's ironic because he used to tease her and hold her down and shove pork chops in her face when they were kids, as brothers do. I think for all people say that if your parents make you do something, they take away your choice, it's just simply not true. At some point you make up your own mind. Same for politics or religion or even sports that you were raised with. Also I wish I could garden, that sounds really fun. I live in the city in an apartment, and I don't think my windows could even hold a planter box. And if that's your son in your profile pic, he is totally adorable. If I ever have kids I think I'd raise them vegetarian, but mostly because that's what I know how to cook. I think I'd do it more like you're doing it then my mom though, by letting them try it if they ask for it.

Yeah, I was just really excited to get back to the gym, and now I can't even lace my sneakers with out extreme pain. It's going to be at least a few days before I can even walk anywhere. Weight lifting should be okay first since you generally don't move your feet around a lot, but running and cardio are definitely out for the time being...

I blurred out my face for the slightly less savory corners of the Internets, but I have posted the non blurred last picture before. I feel really proud of this picture, I just didn't want my head shooped somewhere gross...

Congrats Anivar! You both look younger and happier, I can really see the difference in your faces. From the very beginning, approaching two years, still closer to one and a half I think. I could check exactly, but meh. I think I really got started on weight loss the summer before last...

When I was about 160lbs I had to visit with my in laws. They hadn't seen me since 190lb. My mother in law kept making comments and was saying things like "You better not lose any more! You'll be anorexic!" The next time she saw me I was 135, and interestingly, she just went on about how good I looked. I think maybe it just takes time for people to adjust and get over their own weight issues before they can be happy for you.

Thanks for being encouraging guys... I just wish I wasn't such a klutz. I didn't even hurt myself in the weight room, I did it on my desk at home. That's weirdly ironic.

FML! So, after I got home from the gym last night I was walking around barefoot and I slammed my toe into the corner of my desk. I think it might be broken as it still hurts really REALLY bad this morning. GAH! I finally got back to the gym for one day! ONE DAY! And now I can't even put on shoes properly. ._. I was looking forward to cardio today too, I got American Gods on my iPod... I'm going to have to go to the doctor once my husband gets home from work. I really hope it's not broken, it would be my first broken bone... But it hurts at rest and if so much as the blanket brushes it it's agony... Damn it.