I rarely weigh myself because I don't own a scale, but I do know that I generally fluctuate between 108 lbs and 115 lbs. When I left the States in mid-April, I weighed a record low of 105 pounds. I haven't been that light since high school and I blame it on the stress and schedule of working retail management (the ultimate diet: stress). Upon leaving in April, I indulged myself in the amazing and wonderful foods of Hong Kong, the MSG-ridden crap of Manila, the healthy and fresh veggies of Vietnam, the heavy grease of China, and the various yummy items of Singapore (that also have lots and lots of MSG). I weighed myself a couple weeks ago (just because my friend happened to have a scale in her restroom) and saw that I weighed 54.1 kg.
I thought to myself, "Okay, I think you just double the number to get pounds...so that's like 110 lbs, right? That's about right..."
I googled the conversion and thats 119.2 lbs! This may not sound like much, and no, I'm not saying I'm fat, but 10 pounds on my frame makes a big difference! Not that I want to start obsessing about my weight, but I'm determined to get back down to 113 lbs, ideally 110.
I started running. I know, it's hard to believe, but I did! I've gone running at least 3-4 times a week in the past 2 weeks and that's amazing for me because I don't run unless its to save my life.
Today, I weighed myself and I'm ::drumroll:: 115 lbs (after a breakfast). Woo! A small victory for someone who has never really been able to maintain an exercise regimen. In the end, it's not really about how much I weight, but how I fit into my clothes...don't get me wrong, I like that my boobs got an extra layer in fat, but most of it went to my stomach and thighs. Ick!