I am currently in love with my collarbones. I frequently find myself sitting at the computer tapping them with my fingers like I’m playing an xylophone. Sadly, I have not been able to chime out “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” just a low thumping sound.
Also, my thighs are definitely shrinking. I’m a bit amazed by how thin my legs look when I’m sitting on the edge of a seat where they dangle down and not when the fat is smushed up against the sofa cushions. Not to say they are thin, but they used to be gigantic Redwoods and are now just mighty Oaks. I also have a waist now, which is totally bitchin’. I may not have breasts, but I am grateful for my pear-shaped figure.
My wristwatch is starting to get loose again, but I’m not quite ready to go down another notch. However, when I do it will bring me down a total of five notches from where I began. I tried on some old rings the other day and ones that used to fit my ring finger now only fit my thumb. Good thing I’m not engaged or married because there would be some serious resizing needing to be done..
On the negative side, I’m beginning to notice looseness in my skin. Though the looseness itself is not as bad as the strange crinkling texture that appears at certain angles to gravity. Yesterday, I was leaning over to pick up something before my shower and I noticed that all my faded stretch mark stripes on my belly puckered up like crushed velvet. It was… er…unappealing, to say the least. Screw you, gravity! Though I have to wonder if things would look better or worse at zero gravity.
The skin looseness is odd too. Previously, my body was like a Ziplock bag completely filled with water. It was cushy, but firm. Now it’s like someone let 1/3 of the water out of the bag so it’s still cushy, but it’s less compact and flops around more easily.