Happy Birthday To Me!

Well, first, let's get it over with.  I didn't reach my goal of 90lbs by my Birthday.  In fact, my weight has been UP the past two days.  I feel good knowing that it's through no fault of mine, though.  I've been eating well and exercising.  I think (TMI) the reason is that I haven't pooped in a few days and also I just lost 9 lbs over the past two weeks, which is A LOT.  I think my body is experiencing a little slow down/stall/freak out/whatever.

So, while I technically missed it, I am so so close that I still call it a win.

I've thought a lot about last birthday vs. this birthday.  While I don't specifically remember my feelings or mood last year, birthdays were generally hard because they reminded me that I was a year older and still very fat, but not doing anything about it, blah blah.  In fact, last year I turned the pivotal age of 35 and I remember thinking 'you're 35 and you still don't have this licked heck you aren't even DOING anything about it'.  Shortly after my birthday last year (September/October, in fact) I had my first Doctor appts to set down the path toward surgery and addressing my depression.

I am so thrilled this year to not have that monkey on my back.  I mean, I'm not 'done', no where near it, but there is a peace in knowing you're working on it.  I'm facing 36 so much happier and healthier than I greeted 35, and for that I'm grateful.

In other news, what is this I see?

Oh that's just my COLLAR BONE.    I'm accentuating it here for the picture but it's there! You can totally see it!

P.S. In case anyone is wondering, I'm not celebrating my Birthday with cake this year, and that's OK.
P.P.S. I just realized that I'm closing the books on July with a loss of 15 pounds.  Four months in to be still losing at that pace?  Incredible.  Onward!