Supportive Bras

Bras like what Dogg the Bounty Hunter says....duh (bros but with an a).
I have come to realize how lucky I am to have such a great support network during my weight loss "journey". I can't think of another word so journey will do just fine.

Michelle: Miss Michelle is one of those people who I may not see very often, but when I need it she is there for me. She is also proof that Weight Watchers works (go Michelle!!). She is one of the few people that I can say things like "I don't wanna go cause I am fat" and instead of judging me, she says "yeah, I know what you mean". A girl needs a friend like that to assure me I am not bat shit crazy.

Roberta: I work with Roberta and she is really what inspired me to do Weight Watchers. I have really enjoyed seeing her transformation. She has lost damn near 50 pounds (go Roberta!!). Also, every other day when I am considering quitting this whole diet thing, she is the one who talks me back on the wagon. She assures me that I am not the only one with slip-ups. We also can badmouth the skinny bitches we work with who try to entice us with tasty foods, oddly enough when they know we are trying to loose weight. kiss my overweight right ass cheek, leave us alone! haha. She also brought be a handy-dandy Weight Watchers Calender, that was very nice. :)

April: Sighhhhh, what can I say about Mrs. April?? She is by far the best-best friend a girl could ask for. Her honesty and sincerity are the two qualities I admire most about her, besides her ability to be a great mom. She is also an inspiration to get up and going with this whole weight loss thing, but even more importantly, she insists that I am decent the way I am now. And I quote:" I just hope you can find love for yourself whether you reach your ultimate goal or just part of it. Because even if you don't, just trying says something." That is straight from a FB message people. Who says those things?!!? My best friend April does. And words cannot describe how thankful or how much those words mean to me.

Durr-ell: Talk about a trooper. He has to hear the constant comments I make about my weight or skinny bitches. Poor guy, lol. He has to convince me that I do NOT look to fat to go on a float trip or out with friends. Maybe I should work on that....Anywho, he also is a great liar. He says nice things to me that make me feel a little less repulsive. He also has been a great motivator in working out and eating more decent. For example, here was some thing very close to our conversation re guarding dinner on Friday night:
Me: What do you want for dinner?
Daryl: I don't know what sounds good to you?
Me: Well, I think frozen pizza sounds really good.
Daryl: Really? That doesn't sound good to me, I will cook some chicken.
Me: Are you sure, cause it is already pretty late. Mmmmm pizza.
Daryl: No, we are eating chicken.
Me: fine.

Now we all know everyone likes pizza. Who doesn't think frozen pizza is perfect on a Friday night? NO ONE. Buuuut he knew, I was having a hard time getting through the week. So he convinced me otherwise. Nice, nice work.

At this point you are probably wondering why I am rambling about these people. Well, I suppose it just hit me how lucky I am to have them in my life. I know some people have zero support and still manage to loose the weight, so I really have no excuses. I am ready to do this and so I almost owe it to everyone to be happier and a better friend (who doesn't bitch about how my thighs look like an elephants thighs).

I am only down one pound this week, but considering I had a slip up on Thursday, I'll take it.

Thanks friends. Your support and understanding means more than you know!