I feel like I should say something. But I got nothing. All is well. Calm. A little back tension, but hanging in.
14 weeks out from the meet. :)
I went to a HighTea yesterday (for clarity, this was not a bunch of people with weed and some chamomile) for a friends Wedding Shower. I wore a suitable dress that I just got relatively recently. Which, when I got it, was pretty a pretty tight fit and very stiff fabric (smile, but don't breathe, if you know what I mean). A little lady-like number that would not look out of place at a tea party. So, I wore it. And it didn't fit. Actually, there was ALOT of room. Which is weird cause I didn't think I had lost THAT much weight in the last few months.
As it happens, it's 8# (so a bit more than I thought) in the last few months. Still not enough to have made the amount of room I had in this dress (ps; I do miss my tits, just a little bit)... so it's apparent that indeed you can change your shape without changing your weight. So while you can't believe everything you read, I guess you can believe that.
Went for a spa day with my bestie yesterday. Massage dude (who had a thing for feet, but... more on that later), said my muscles seemed "dense, tight". I said I worked out a lot. To which he replied..."Oh yeah, you don't look buff".
To which I replied "under this layer of fat, I am way buff".
And then the foot thing . Which on second thought, I care not to relive. But it was a little creepy. He is going to be a chiropodist. Which I guess is like a guy who has a thing for asses becoming a proctologist.