Please Keep Trying!

This is my first entry and I can’t say it’s an entirely positive one. My first thought that comes to mind in typing is, “WTF?!” Why? Because I went in to the YMCA to see if it’s even possible to get rid of the last pounds I have lingering (I figured I was done and the flotsam round my waist was leftover skin) and came away with a body fat reading of 32.4%. No. Fricking. Way. No, no, no, no, no way in hell am I still obese! I’m not still a fat girl! I won’t accept it!

Seriously, I lost 8 pant sizes and 10 top sizes. I need to buy size small tops since everything is too big on me now. No way in hell does an obese woman wear a size small top and 12-14 jeans. WTF!!!

I’m so upset right now. I don’t see a fat girl in the mirror, I don’t feel like a fat girl, I don’t move like a fat girl, and I don’t “act” like a fat girl. I like the way I look and feel and I’ll look hella hotter when the loose skin is lasered away. No way is that reading correct.

But, hell, the trainer said he’d like me to get under 30% in 2-3 weeks. Even if that reading was skewed by the 15 or so extra pounds of skin, I always feel it’s a good idea to build lean muscle mass. And that’s what the goal is: Build up 3-5 pounds of lean muscle in the next month or so. I honestly don’t think I’m going to get that reading under 29%; can’t do it with all the lard hiding away in the folds of skin, but that body fat meter bitch-slapped me with a white glove. It’s on.