I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that hubs had these delivered to work because if he’d had them sent home the cat would eat them. Since they’re only guaranteed to last 48 hours, it makes sense that he wouldn’t wait until my actual b-day to send them. Otherwise only the janitors would be enjoying them before they wilt.

Now that they’ve arrived, I feel I can write about how I knew they were coming. Well, I didn’t know what the flower arrangement Drew picked out was, but I did know he’d ordered something from Funky Petals. [After scoping out their site, I was hoping for this and not flowers. Yeah, I know, I’m an ungrateful wife. Blah. Blah. Blah.]

So, how’d I know something was coming? Someone from the store called and left a message for hubs on our answering machine last week. Said they wanted to get some clarification about the order he’d placed. Then they called (and got me in) the next day. They asked for Drew. I said he wasn’t in the country. They said “thanks” quite quickly and hung up.

Being the smart little cookie I am, I put two and two together and scoped out their web site.

He also kinda sucked at keeping the secret that something was being delivered since he called me at work this morning (yay!) and asked whether or not his package had arrived yet. I suppose if I hadn’t known something was on it’s way, the eagerness in his voice may not have been a dead-giveaway that delivery was scheduled for today.

I’m a little stumped as to why he chose orange roses though…

I started my journey in January with a BMI of 37.37.

I look at that number now and still can’t believe it was that high. Granted, I only needed to lose 14 lbs to go from Obese Class II to Obese Class I, but it’s still a staggering thing to think about. I remember doing a giant happy dance in my basement when I went from Obese Class I to Overweight on the BMI chart.

Today my BMI is 26. In a few short pounds I’m going to have a healthy BMI (assuming I have a “normal” fat/muscle ratio) for the first time in 14 years. I’m very excited. Perhaps more so than when I dropped 4 shirt sizes and 5 pant sizes.

My goal is to keep my BMI between 21 and 22. That’s approximately another 26 lbs to lose. I may even get there by Christmas at the rate I’m going.

Wow. Just Wow!

School is about to start back up in a few weeks so I’m going to have to make a conscious effort to eat properly and make time for exercise. Some days that’s a challenge when I’m working full-time but once I add classes back into the mix I tend to have no idea where my time goes.

I’m approaching my end goal far quicker than I expected. I’ve been averaging 1.6 lbs lost each week since I started back in January and never really plateaued. I’m not sure if this is a good or bad sign for when I move into maintenance. I do think it’ll start to slow down a bit now as I move into the last 20 (or 30) lbs.

Based on what others write in the forums, I think the last 10 lbs might actually take me months to lose. It’ll be a strange experience considering I lost the first 60 lbs in 8 months.

60 lbs. What a huge number. I hate to admit I had that much – and more – to lose. Hopefully I’ll manage to successfully keep it off in the years to come.

I know I’ve probably babbled about this before but I just don’t understand it. I’ve been dieting and exercising since January. I’ve lost, on average, 7-8 lbs a month. There’s been no giant weight loss that suddenly happened overnight. Despite this, people have been commenting on my weight loss as if it’s something new – mostly over the past 2 months.

When I returned from our family vacation mid-June, many of my co-workers claimed to be astounded that I’d lost weight. By that point I’d already lost 45lbs and figured my lack of presence in the office must have triggered a mass realization that there’s less of me to go around once I’d returned. Oddly, this same reaction didn’t occur after returning to the office when I was away in NB for a week in May. I think there was a 5lb difference between my weight in May and June…

At the beginning of July I cut off all my hair. I’m loving it. I don’t know if I’ll feel the same way in winter but for now I’m basking in the freedom that short hair brings. Besides, after growing my hair for 3 years, I missed having cropped locks.

Chopping off my hair seems to have spurred another round of “Oh em gee! you’ve lost so much weight” around the office. It’s weird, since none of this has occurred overnight. It’s been (and still is) a lengthy process.

I’ll probably never understand it.

That said, I am a bit tired of people doubting me when they ask how I’ve lost weight. They all seem to expect me to tell them I’m on some sort of special diet or program. I’m not. I count calories. I weigh and measure my food. I do a little bit of exercise. That’s it. No magic formula. No pills. No special food.

Apparently that’s not a sexy very satisfying answer.

Those who appear to believe that I’m not lying or hiding super secret info from them tend to dismiss my plan as “too difficult” or as something they can’t possibly be successful on. I’m still not sure how that could be. There’s no bad foods in my world. Barring the obvious food allergies, there’s nothing I can’t or won’t eat due to my “diet”. If I want a chocolate bar or a beer, I have one. I just have to figure out how to fit in into my day.

I just don’t get it…

Last weekend I managed to lose my glasses somewhere in my house. I’ve been battling a nasty summer cold for about 10 days now and last Friday I must have been pretty drained and distracted when I took them off. All I knew was that I’d worn my glasses home from work and in the morning couldn’t find them in any of the usual hidey-holes.

Sure, I have multiple spares but the ones I “lost” are my favourites. Aside from being comfortable, they have the added bonus of transitions lenses to mitigate the effects of the bright yellow ball of nastiness in the sky.

After a brief search over a period of days (hey, I was sick, I wasn’t moving much), I gave in and pulled out a spare pair of glasses to wear at work and around the house.

Yay for spares!

Anywho, today I was futzing around in the spare room, working on my “decluttering the house” project, and I found my glasses on the bed. Under the brown paper wrap I use when sending packages to the hubs. Very odd place for them to be. Don’t know what I was thinking when I put them down.

We’ve been re-united and it feels so good!