Today was a Supreme Improvement Weigh In Day, and as such, and because it's fall and it's cool out of doors, and because I had some pumpkin in the house, I made a pumpkin upside down cake and it is knock your face off incredible so I had two pieces and so did my husband. So we're probably gonna be a little fatter tomorrow. Or I'm going to be fatter and he's going to have lost 10 pounds, because he is a skinny skinny man and that is what he does. Side note: when husband and I started dating nearly 10 years ago, I weighed 160 and he weighed 125, maybe 130 after a big meal. Today, I weigh 138.8 and he weighs 151 (it's all muscle, I'm sure). Which is how I know that weighing less than your husband is a lot special-er if you worked really hard to earn it.
My first under 140 weigh in came the other day, and I took my pictures and I celebrated already. But seriously? I can't freaking believe it. If you would have told me 3 years ago, 5 years ago, 6 years ago, that I would one day once again weigh in the 130 range, I would have immediately cried and kissed you on your face. I was stuck at 180, then at 190 for so long, that the mid-healthy range seemed unattainable, a thing of my youth and nothing more. But there you have it, folks. I am in my 130's, and my Ultimate Goal is sitting a mere 18 pounds away.
Holy flummoxed feelings, Batman.
Okay, more tomorrow. Husband says it's bedtime and husband is the boss because it said so in our wedding vows. Nighty night y'all!