6 Week Progress Report / A Sure-Fire Appetite Killer
Anyway. I weighed myself on Sunday - I'm down another pound. So I've lost 7 pounds total. Not bad. I'm beginning to see it a little bit. My pants are looser. Some of my shirts are getting a little big as well. The best part, though, is that my boobs are shrinking.
Yes, the best part. I hate my boobs. They're way too freaking big. It wouldn't be so bad if they were proportional, but no. I'm short. Like, really short. 5-foot-nothing. Somewhere underneath all this fat is a pretty small person. D-cups do not belong on that person. The only good they've done me is making me look like I weigh less than I do, either because a good bit of my weight is actually on my chest or because they draw attention away from the fat that's everywhere else. Otherwise they're just a very literal pain. Mostly in the back region, and especially when attempting to run. So yeah, the fact that I had to trade in my bras for a C-cup is something I'm very happy about.
Wish me continued boob shrinkage.
Do you want to know a fool-proof way to kill your appetite? Spend the day sniffing turpentine. We were using oil paint in class today, and although most of us were using odorless thinner a few people had the stinky stuff. My friend was one of these, and she spilled a bunch of it all over the place. Right next to me. The smell was just... wow. The room was pretty full of fumes to begin with and that just put it over the top.
So, turpentine. An appetite suppressant you can get at the hardware store.