In the post dated November 1st (Come to Jesus, He Has Cookies), I posted my starting weight on October 19th... it was 192. Yesterday my weight at the gym was 170 which doesn't suck considering, ya know, 192-170=22. Good math in 60 days. Kind of crazy math in 60 days. But don't think I'm just starving myself - my amazing, encouraging, bad ass trainer Rachel (find her on Instagram here) took my 60 day measurements to help me gauge where I'm at.
So to explain a smidge of the jargon above - I lost 30 pounds of fat (aka Tommy) and gained 8 pounds of muscle (aka Emma shortly after birth). My body fat percentage went down from 38% to 25%. Waist = hips and butt, and I have a 28" belly now. 28 INCHES. INSANE.
Sooooo... that's awkward. Stay tuned for the next installment of 'Buffy shows her big booty in short shorts'. ACK! I genuinely feel so weird posting this stuff. It's personal. I'm a woman. I'm self-conscious like every other, and maybe more so than some because I've always been big. I've always had rude comments and was teased. And that stuff sticks. But I keep thinking that if I can show another person that you CAN make a difference for yourself and your family, and that strength training doesn't make you look like a man, and food can be addictive but with work and patience and love for yourself, you can change... if I can help one person, my embarrassment at showing my body uncovered and unedited and unfiltered is totally worth it.