Not Your Average Fat Kid

I posted this on my Facebook last night, and realized I forgot to share it with my Fat Kid Friends. I lost 10.5" in the last 2 months. I know? Right? I'm a "little" excited. I squealed like a little school girl. Or maybe just like the guy in the bottom picture. I called my mom. I told a few co-workers. I sashayed the halls at work. I grunted a little more on the elliptical (though that was probably due to the knee pain). Suffice to say, it was motivating. I lost 5.5" in May, and now 5" in June. Hopefully the numbers will keep building up as the muscle builds and the fat melts. I lost 1.5" off my left thigh, but only .5" off my right, 1" off my waist, and the other 2" off my hips/arms. Thankfully the inches are coming off fairly evenly, though I'd love if I could lose 10" off my hips. Ah well, it'll happen soon enough. =) So. Confession time. I ate 2 3 cookies yesterday.  I know. I know. The Resol

I love road trips. I always have. Regardless of it's a 35 minute ride somewhere, or a 30-hour cross country ride, I love road trips. Even more than the drive though, I love the snacks. Salty. Sweet. Bottles of water. Wrapped up sandwiches in foil or baggies. Chips. Cookies. Pretzels. M&Ms for "something sweet". I'll spare you from the vending machine visits. On this journey of compacting a large personality into a medium-sized frame, I've been doing a lot of pondering on what my life was like not even 10 years ago. I was in PA this weekend for a friend's wedding, and we went to Wawa a couple of times. Now, you have to understand, in college the food was terrible . I mean, there were putrid rice balls one time. I kid you not. They were literally putrescent*. Suffice to say there were many, many times where the dollar menu at Taco Bell & Wendy's, or a splurge to Wawa, were our only refuge. I walked into that yellow and red convenience