martina is losing it #6

Now that my birthday has come and gone, I could tell you that I didn’t hit 31 for 31.

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Instead, I hit 32 pounds!

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I’m being kind of cavalier with my finger guns and semantics, especially since I weighed in before my birthday weekend.

My birthday was very nice, thanks for asking.

Anyway, 32 pounds. My mind is constantly blown. I will never stop saying how surreal it is because it will never ever stop feeling surreal to me.

For my birthday, I knew I didn’t want to drink. I drank at Jessica’s birthday celebration and I gained a pound, so that wasn’t happening again. I ordered a lobster roll with fries and shared a brownie with ice cream for dessert. We also shared spinach artichoke dip, which was so good that I’m glad I live far enough away from the restaurant that it’s not conducive to going there every day.

Guess what – I’m finally starting to see a difference in myself! It only took 4 months.

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please excuse the very wrinkled, slightly too big dress. one thing will never change – i’ll always be a hot mess.

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this one isn’t from my birthday, but i’m wearing a romper! and i don’t hate it!

I also feel like I have to mention, and I don’t know why I feel this way, but I have to impress upon you how committed I am to this. To make a long story short, I was offered birthday shots/a drink by a guy at the bar and I declined them because I couldn’t justify the points. I told him I’d take another seltzer. I never got another seltzer. It’s not like I said, “I don’t know, dude. I like Fireball and all, but it’s like 5 points a shot and I had the spinach dip earlier.”

To cap off my birthday weekend, I had my first, and sadly, probably last, slice of L&B pizza for the summer #allthetears. I looked up the nutrition value of one slice on My Fitness Pal and if they’re accurate, one slice is 19 points.

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I mean, just kill me. Let me die.

It’s times like these when I wish I was back in that blissful state of unawareness, just stuffing food in my piehole. It was a simpler, more delicious time.

But then I see videos of myself from last year and I can’t believe it’s me and I get over having to limit myself to one slice of L&B pizza (because I’m not giving it up completely. I’m not a saint.) real quick.

Time for some revelations & NSVs!

  • my bra size has changed. ugh. i just bought some bras and now i’m realizing they aren’t right. i tried to convince myself it was the cut, the company, whatever. it’s not, it’s me.
  • my clothes, specifically shorts, are really getting big. i have one pair of shorts that i have essentially forever retired. it makes me super excited, but i really don’t want to buy new stuff right now. that will change next week, i’m sure.
  • i feel like my chin/face is taking forever to slim down, but i think if i really strain hard enough, i can see my collarbone. but i mean aneurysm-inducing straining.
  • i’m dreading Thursweigh this week. i feel like i really overdid it. if i gain, i gain, but it will kill me. i’m dreading the inevitable plateau/wall. mostly because it means i’ll probably have to start thinking about a workout plan. jesus, take the wheel.

Here are some more pictures, because I can.

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