What does skinny look like?

In the short time since I began this blog, I’ve talked a lot about how much weight I’ve lost in the last eleven months. Forty-five pounds, for those of you who haven’t been paying attention.

That’s how much the average 6-year-old girl (and sixteen-year-old model) weighs.

That makes me a size 10—which, as I was recently reminded by a reader, does not make me skinny by society’s standards.

What does it make me? Healthy. Happy. And hot in the eyes of my husband.

It puts the strut back in my walk.

The waist back above my hips.

The chin back in my face.

You get the idea.

But a picture, as they say, is worth a thousand words, so see for yourself:

Here’s a full-length shot of me last March.
Me. March 2007.

And one taken two weeks ago.
On the Carnival Legend. April 2008.

Me in all my chipmunk-cheeked splendor last year.
Me. march 2007.

And a goofy picture of me enjoying my lunch.

Amber. 2008.

So. That’s what skinny looks like to me. My version of skinny certainly won’t put me on the cover of a magazine—but it will keep me from becoming part of the dreadful obese person B-roll that pops up on the evening news.

Now it’s your turn.

What does skinny look like to you?

Published in: on April 28, 2008 at 7:26 pm  Comments (4)  

The. Best. Compliment. Ever.

It was 9:15 in the morning. I’d gotten up late. Realized there wasn’t a drop of caffeine to be had in the house. Dug through the laundry basket desperately searching for something (anything) that wasn’t too wrinkly to wear. Then gotten stuck behind a school bus that. stopped. every. twenty. feet. on my way to work.

In a word, I was Crabby.

And I had a meeting in 15 minutes.

There was only one thought running through my mind—Get Me Coffee. Now.

Nevertheless, when on my sprint to the coffee shop I noticed some coworkers I hadn’t seen in a long time entering the building, I paused to wave hello.

But they didn’t wave back. Instead, they just stared vaguely in my direction. Snarly thoughts were already forming at the back of my brain when they finally reacted.

“Amber! I didn’t even recognize you!” one said. Better yet, their next comment  included the word “hot.”

Apparently, between the advantageously blowing wind, new clothes and vacation-fresh tan, I looked, well, good!

Now, I know I’ve lost a lot of weight. And I’ve gotten a LOT of compliments (thank you, all of you, I really appreciate it). But since they’ve all come from people that see me all the time (and have heard me whine endlessly) there’s still a little part of me that insists I don’t look that much different. That they’re just being nice.

But this time? Not even I could come up with a reason to negate their praise.

Needless to say, my day (heck, my entire week) got a whole lot brighter after that.

Thank you, you two. You know who you are.

Published in: on April 24, 2008 at 9:51 pm  Comments (1)  

Cruising with your inner skinny girl

Last week, I found myself faced with the biggest diet challenge ever invented—the cruise vacation.

Those stories you hear? The ones that start with “I went on a cruise” and end with “and gained 25 pounds in seven days?”

Probably not an exaggeration.

Food is everywhere. All the time. Want a greasy slab of pizza and a Chicago dog at 3 a.m.? No problem. A six-egg omelet, loaf of French toast and an entire side of bacon for breakfast? It’s yours for the asking.

Go ahead. Ask for two entrees. Get three pina coladas before breakfast. There are no limits, people. None at all.

So what’s a girl who just bought a whole new wardrobe to do?

Get good at ignoring that inner five-year-old. And establish some pretty strict ground rules:

  1. Keep to a regular meal schedule. In other words, go for three squares, not eight.
  2. Save the drinks until it’s actually 5 o’clock. The bar staff is everywhere—get a drink every time they come around and it’s easy to consume 598234643987568534 calories before lunch.
  3. Set a one buffet trip per meal limit. This one’s tough. But important. Before you ever pick up a plate, walk around every buffet counter available to evaluate your choices (there are lots of them). Then make a decision and stick to it. Fill up your plate once and only once. Then leave (it’s easier not to cave that way).
  4. YOU CAN ONLY HAVE ONE DESSERT. Would you have three at home? No. So don’t start doing it now.
  5. Remember, fruit is your friend. And it’s the one healthy snack that’s always available.
  6. There’s a gym. Use it. Just remember, the boat’s moving. So when you’re running on a treadmill, it’s best to hang on. Trust me on this one.

Those were the rules. And I stuck to them…for the most part. However, I’m going to avoid the scale for a few days. I don’t think I’d like what it has to say right now.

Published in: on April 21, 2008 at 5:55 pm  Comments (2)