Who's that girl?

Now when people look at my license, they only see the me I am today. It's weird, but I feel like I'm leaving behind a part of my identity. Kind of like wiping out the big Jen and sending her packing. I'm a little sad about that. Afterall, that's who I've been for the past 39 years. I've always been the fat girl. Just not anymore.

Plateau

It was bound to happen at some point: a major plateau in the downward spiral of my weightloss.

I've weighed the same weight, give or take a pound or two up and down, for 3 weeks. And right now I'm on the upside of that low point.










The surprising thing is that I'm not really freaking out about it. I suppose it's because my body looks thinner than it ever has before and my clothes continue to grow bigger.

Unfortunately, though, it doesn't look like I'm going to hit my next landmark weight as I had hoped in time for my new driver's license on Friday. I so wanted my weight to be under a certain point.

And then there's the whole moral dilemma: do I put down my current weight or put down the weight I want to be? Not that there's anything wrong with my current weight. I've never had a driver's license that read under 195, and even that was a lie when I was 16. So there's nothing to be ashamed of. But I wonder if I were to fudge the pounds a bit, say, just 5 or 7 fewer, would it make me work harder to lose them? Maybe. I don't know.

I've hardly had to work at all the last 10 months to lose weight. I suppose the honeymoon may soon be coming to an end. Stop complaining, right? Get off your ass and exercise or something. Just don't put another flippin' cracker in the former pie hole!

Diamonds on the souls of my shoes

I wiggled my ass yesterday with 4,000 people around me.

We saw Paul Simon at Summerfest last night. I always look forward to concerts, but have this horrible feeling of dread at the same time. I am afraid of disappointment. I've been to enough concerts by enough big names and have been thoroughly let down by the shows. I walk out feeling like I'd have been better off listing to their latest $14.99 CD for a couple hours rather than spending upwards of $75 for a decent seat.

But this concert was no where near a disappointment. He sounded marvelous. His band was unbelievable. He played for 2 hours nonstop. And every song was dead on.

I love going to concerts and hearing a well known song played. And last night it was like standing in the presence of a god. He strummed through Mrs. Robinson and jammed through Me & Julio, and I felt like I had this privilege to hear it live.

I know, I'm gushing. But this guy is a freakin' legend and it was worth the $60 ticket. Yes, ONLY $60 and that included admission to the festival.

So, yes, I did shake my ass and didn't care who saw it. Watching people parade back and forth in entirely size and age inappropriate clothing made me realize that I ain't too shabby myself. I think I'd confidently put myself smack dab in the middle of normal.

And this morning not a bone in my body hurts from the miles of walking and hours of standing. Summer of '06 is gonna ROCK!