Nine and half weeks into my commitment to lose fifty pounds, I've succeeded in losing 12.5 pounds and 9.2 inches.

Today, I'm trying heartily to focus on what I've achieved and not get frustrated at my lack o' progress in the last three weeks. I've been at something of a standstill. I'm also trying not to sweat the fact that 2.5 of those inches lost came from my *breasts.* So not cool.

I felt amazing at the beginning of this month. I was so aware of the changes in my body, aware of how even my *shape* is changing, I'm not just shrinking. My waist is getting absolutely tiny...already! I was feeling so sexy, and I just couldn't keep my hands off of my honey.

Not only that, but I wanted to go OUT more. I never before realized that my body image had so much control over my social life. I'd always figured the reason that I didn't want to go out so often was because I just "wasn't that kind of person." I suppose, really, that I didn't want to go out because I much preferred to hide in my apartment. I had nothing to wear, nothing that fit. I felt so unattractive and uncomfortable in my own skin that I couldn't even put it out of my mind long enough to enjoy a night out with friends. I'm glad to see that this is no longer the case.

Hopefully, this plateau won't last long. I've carved out time for two long work outs today, so while I won't hit the goal I'd set for February's loss, I'll feel a bit better about what I've achieved if I can squeeze in a few extra workouts.

37.5 pounds to go!

- Nooch