And it's not a pretty sight!

Where are we, first part of August? And I was out of town first part of May, which means two and a half months of pretty regular riding. For a while, it was frightening -- pounds seemed to pile on, and I don't think I was eating differently, but then, sometimes my mind shuts down when it comes to food, so who knows.

But here's the thing: the fat's starting its slow exodus. It's noticeable, which is cool, but as I mentioned, it's NOT a pretty sight! No, there aren't globs popping out of my skin, leaping off my body and splatting onto the floor, or anything like that (but wouldn't that be cool? scare it into literally fleeing? gross, though!) Nope, nothing so exciting as that. Nope. I've got hollows. a nice big hollow on each side of my belly, divots in my thighs. Like it's being scooped away.

Sheesh! If the strange, lumpy distribution my old body has always been prone to wasn't icky looking enough before, well, y'know....

On the up side, while MY body fat isn't smart enough to just melt away in a nice, smooth, even type pattern that makes me look sleek, or svelte, or something, it's GOING!

And it's turning into an adventure to look at this middle aged body and see where the next handful will depart from! And THAT, ladies, is what it's all about!

Anyone else get funkier looking as the fat leaves the building? Or am I truly an oddball?


Karen in Boise