To be honest, I don't know. All I know is Steve is a fellow trauma mom/quilter friend's friend of a neighbor. So technically he is some random man I have never met. According to my friend's FB post yesterday, Steve has been working hard and has lost more than 80 pounds in the past year. Of course, that resonated with me because I'm at 50+ and counting.
Apparently, an anonymous person left a nasty letter in Steve's mailbox.
Well now, that just won't do. It made me mad. Since last August I have been working my ass off, literally, to get fit and healthy. I started by walking in the local park. At first I could only do 1.2 miles and my shorts rubbed my thighs and I sweated like a hog and it wasn't pretty.
Here's me from last October when I had already lost 15 pounds.
I have dropped a total of four clothing sizes in the past year. I am astounded at my weight loss and how great I feel. Here is the difference from just one month of an ab challenge and swimming 1/4 -1/2 mile daily in the pool. I lost three inches on my waist and another three on my hips. Astounding.
Today I put on a size 16 skirt for the first time in 15 years. I am SO happy. So in honor of Steve and his hard work, and in honor of all the other lard asses like me that have decided to do the hard work it takes to get in shape, I decided to do a tribute for him. In sharpie. All over my arms and back and chest. For Steve. For Me. For all Lard Asses.
So here I am in my buxom, buff, flabby-assed swimwear (that is a 16/18), showing my tail to the world. And the nay-sayers can kiss my ass.
Go ahead. Link it. Share it. Post it. Tweet it. Spread the word. Steve and I are shrinking but we aren't shrinking violets and I don't give a damn who thinks my lard ass should be hidden away while I do it.