Nonsense and just rambling on about nothing in particular...
So we had a great time on Easter Sunday at the cookout. It was 52 degrees and sunny, but it was really windy so that made it feel colder than it really was. I ate a lot of food at the cookout, and that's ok with me. I had planned it as a "Free Day" meaning I could eat whatever I wanted and not count Points.
I use to have a free day once a week for two reasons, 1- is that it helped me stay OP during the week knowing that whatever it was tempting me at that very moment I could have on my free day, and 2- it kept my body guessing about what I was doing, it was like I was tricking my body into letting go of stored fat. Because like some of you know after being very strict and staying OP almost to the point being anal, your body gets the idea that you might be in a famine and holds on very hard to the fat you already have stored in your body. By having a free day once a week it made my body "think" the famine was over and it would let go of some stored fat.
So anyways, we all had a great time. The kids hunted eggs and my son kept hiding them because they kept asking him to hide them so they could find them over and over again. Then the little kids wanted to hide the eggs and have my son look for them, he did and they loved it. It was a fun day and I felt really good because of all the compliments I was getting. It was a nice change of pace to feel good about myself. While we were there it dawned on me that I wasn't worried about what so & so would say or think about me. I wasn't worried about the clothes I picked out, I wasn't worried that my stomach was hanging over the waist of my jeans, I wasn't worried about whether or not my double chin was very noticeable,I wasn't worried about the rolls of fat on my back hanging out, I wasn't worried about anything. I just went and really had a good time. 
Last Easter was a little bit different. Last year on Easter I was 194 pounds, I had already lost nearly 42 pounds and I was still quite big. Even though I had lost almost 42 pounds no one noticed at all, if they did notice they didn't say a word to me. (The 2 family members I was going to WW with at the time of course knew and always told me I was looking good and that I was doing so good etc..) but the people who didn't know we were going to WW didn't say anything. All 3 of us kept our WW meetings a secret, we'd failed in front of people so many times we just didn't want anyone to know that we were all trying again, just in case we failed again.
It's funny how people can be jealous of your success and make it oh so obvious that they aren't commenting on your weight loss no matter how spectacular. So even if you've lost 20, 30, 40 or even 50 pounds and no one has said anything to you, don't sweat it. I had to lose 98 pounds before a certain family member said anything to me about it. Yeah, can you believe that? 98 freakin' pounds and now all of a sudden she wants to tell me I am "wasting away". LOL yeah um, right. But the point is don't worry about what people are or aren't saying to you about your weight loss.
You wanna hear something funny? I thought it was funny anyways, you may not think so.. So when I was a size 14 - 20 no matter where I was at in between all those sizes I never liked the clothes they had in my size. Sure they had some nice clothes if you wanted to pay 65 bucks for a blouse and 120 dollars for a pair of jeans that were cut halfway decent, and since I didn't and couldn't pay that I ended up buying clothes I could almost stand, but didn't really like. I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about. 
So when I was fat I griped about all the ugly clothes and about how the stores didn't carry cute clothes for "people my size". I swear to God it seemed like every time I found a top I liked, it was a small or an extra small. They didn't have any 1, 2 or 3 X's in my size. And how come when I found the cutest pair of jeans on the planet they were sizes 0 - 9? The 14 - 20 sizes were jeans that looked like they were made for Mrs. Roper off Three's Company! It wasn't fair! I would end up fuming about the ugly clothes they made for fat people, getting mad and crying in the dressing room and leaving the store in a fit of rage either with no new clothes or clothes I absolutely hated.
The shirts had the ugliest prints, the jeans were tacky and cheap looking no matter how much they cost. I was just so sick of the lack of cute clothes. Wanna know the funny thing now? I went to Goody's Saturday, the day before Easter trying to find something "cute" to wear and I was having a hard time finding jeans and tops in my size. LOL I swear I was almost in a panic when I tried on a pair of size 7 Levis and seen that if I lost 5 pounds after I bought them they'd no longer fit me the way I like to wear my jeans. It was so funny, my husband kept saying "It's ok, we'll find a pair like you like with the green stitching." He was so sweet trying to keep me calm and keep me from losing it in the store. And he was right, he found a pair with the color of stitching I wanted in a size 5 (Yeah a 5! YAY) I also had to make an effort to look for medium tops, they had about 8 large, and about 10 small and only 1 - 3 mediums of each color. I finally found the mediums. It just goes to show ya no matter what size you are it's always gonna be a pain in the butt finding clothes in your size. I think that's funny that I have the same problem with shopping now as I did back then.
(Only now I love
the clothes I end up buying!)
Oh, by the way- I went back to Goodys today and I bought 2 more tops like the yellow one in my Easter pics. I got pink and like a sea-foam green, very cute and they were in medium too! The sales girl said they had gotten a truck in & had just put them out on the rack before they opened. Plus, they were 40% off WOO HOO! So I have 3 tops and they are all the same style, but different colors. (LOL)
It just now hit me when I was looking at my calendar with all my daily weigh ins written down on it, Easter Sunday I hit the 100.6 pounds lost mark! BUT I didn't weigh this morning because of the free day Sunday, I will not weigh again until Friday. And I know a lot of you know that I am addicted to the scales and that I weigh every single morning, well I've got news for ya- when I have a free day I don't even want to get on the scales until my body has had time to adjust to all the extra salt and fat intake. So I will not be weighing until this Friday the 13th - That's always been a lucky day to me anyways. So I should make it "official" this Friday! Also not this Friday (the 13th) but the next Friday on the 20th I'll be getting my new ink! I'm so happy and excited about that! It's my reward for losing the weight.
On a different note, please pray for my Mom. She came to me last week and told me she has a knot in her breast, not a lump, but a huge knot. It's been hurting her for 2 months now and she just told me about it. She has a doctors appointment for Wednesday. I don't want her to have breast cancer, she smokes 2 packs of cigarettes a day and has since I was little. Her birthday is today April 10, she'll be 55. I have her cake ordered and her cards, and I'm having her hair done for her birthday. So just say a little prayer for my Mom. I'd really appreciate that.
Ok, it's almost 1:35 a.m. here and I've got to get the hubby's lunch made.
I hope you all have a great Tuesday. I hope you use it to get closer to your goal. If I can do it you can do it! 
Keep on rockin' it!
~Tink~
10 days until my new tattoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!