| Its been a while Here is WK 14... I think for the heck of it I am going to find the same clothes I wore in that first picture, I'll have to look around to find them. Don't forget to come back and check it out! |
No snickering alowed.....Pears are people too!
| As you see, I have shown my 6 weeks in 3 different sets of clothes. Notice how the tight jeans really make a difference... There's those thighs again in the loose yoga pants... and in the dress I loose my waist... Remember your clothes do either help or horrify... |
| Stats... Wk 2 at 158 on June 5th Basic measurements of 39 - 32 - 43 And as you can see, it came off the top (mostly profile) and settled in my thighs..... Cant wait for those to disappear!!! |
| Stats... Began at 172 on May 18th Basic measurements of 42 - 36 - 45 |
| Stats. . . Wk 4 at 154 On June 19th is my official weigh in so I may change this.... But I was excited to fit back into my skinny 12s.... My hips are still a 43" span, but my upper body and my legs have thinned out and I can see my lower back before the fullest part of my hips has changed..... I have pulled out my size 10s in anticipation of what is to come........ Can't wait !! |
| Stats. . . Wk 6 at 151 July 3rd is my the end of the first 6WBMO and I have to say that even tho its only 21 pounds... I LOVE IT !!! My measurements are: Bust - 38 Waist - 31 Hips - 41 Now its the thighs that need to go ! I have increased my treadmill time to 'anytime at all' and 1 full hour which is now 2.75 miles. I am hoping that the next loss is all hips and thighs and I want to weigh in the 140's again..... I have adjusted my goal to be at 135 pounds by my birthday, and I really am going to put some effort into that goal. Thats 11 weeks away, or a little less than two more 6 week treks..... IM READY |
| OK now for my Stats... WK = 14 2 wks into the 3rd 6WBMO My measurements are... Bust - 38 Waist - 29 Hips - 39 My weight is 141 (31 pounds down) and I can see it in my pants.... I'm glad that nothing else is disappearing in my bra ! With hips and thighs like mine, you need a top half to balance it out!!! So I am just using my treadmill to take down the hips and lower area and have been doing strength and resistance training on the upper half.... My goal would be to have an hourglass body and not a pear shaped body .... MT said we can remake our body to be the one we want.... We will see ! |
| Just for laughs, here is a story I found on our forum!!! |
The Class Reunion!
I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The many years of careful cellulite collection would
just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday!
Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies
never have pockets where you need them!!
Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled. I got the formal all the way up to my knees... before the zipper gave out.. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with
those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away.
Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B: the black velvet caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drug store: the scented shower gel;
the body building and highlighting shampoo and conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Panteen ads. Then the makeup, the under eye 'ain't no lines here' firming cream, the all-day face lifting gravity-fighting
moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day 'kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off' lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow... But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
OK - time to get ready.... I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting, 'your face will look like a
baby's butt' face cream. I set my hair with the hot rollers. I felt wonderful! Ready to take on the world! Or in this instance, my,underwear.
With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching 'lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium' bra. I greased my body with the scented body lotion
and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and
kicked. Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind!! It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?" Okay, so
I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I was firm!
Oh no!!! I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side-stepped
to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle.
I was ready for the bra and remembered what the sales lady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn - straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place
both breasts inside the cups." Easy if you have four hands! But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down... but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I
needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I
set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, "Yes,
Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin-rest and I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes!! Oh... why did I buy heels with buckles?
Then I had to pee again. I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink,
ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion.
IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH---YOU'RE JUST TOO YOUNG!!!!
I had prepared for it like any intelligent woman would. I went on a starvation diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just melt off in 24-hours, leaving me with my sleek, trim, high-school-girl body. The many years of careful cellulite collection would
just be gone with a snap of a finger. I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit into my senior formal on Saturday!
Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag, carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric, and hung it on the door. I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed, and thought, "Well, okay, maybe if I shift it all to the back..." bodies
never have pockets where you need them!!
Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering dress and stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned, and pulled. I got the formal all the way up to my knees... before the zipper gave out.. I was disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with
those silver platform sandals again and dance the night away.
Okay, one setback was not going to spoil my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and tossing it into the corner, I turned to Plan B: the black velvet caftan. I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drug store: the scented shower gel;
the body building and highlighting shampoo and conditioner, and the split-end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my hair would look like that girl's in the Panteen ads. Then the makeup, the under eye 'ain't no lines here' firming cream, the all-day face lifting gravity-fighting
moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle; the all day 'kiss me till my lips bleed, and see if this gloss will come off' lipstick, the bronzing face powder for that special glow... But first, the roll-on facial hair remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
OK - time to get ready.... I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped, lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed, and scoured my body to a tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the anti-wrinkle, gravity fighting, 'your face will look like a
baby's butt' face cream. I set my hair with the hot rollers. I felt wonderful! Ready to take on the world! Or in this instance, my,underwear.
With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out the black lace, tummy-tucking, cellulite-pushing, ham hock-rounding girdle, and the matching 'lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium' bra. I greased my body with the scented body lotion
and began the plunge. I pulled, stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped, pushed, wiggled, snapped, shook, caterpillar crawled, and
kicked. Sweat poured off my forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested. A well deserved rest, too. The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind!! It was tighter than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt?" Okay, so
I had to take baby steps, and walk sideways, and I couldn't move from my butt cheeks to my knees. But, I was firm!
Oh no!!! I had to go to the bathroom. And there wasn't a snap crotch. From now on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and re-stitch the crotch with Velcro, but the pain factor from past experiments was still fresh in my mind. I quickly side-stepped
to the bathroom. An hour later, I had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle.
I was ready for the bra and remembered what the sales lady said to do. I could see her glossed lips mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front, and twist it around. Put the bra on the way it should be worn - straps over the shoulders. Then bend over and gently place
both breasts inside the cups." Easy if you have four hands! But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent over and pulled the bra down... but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no sooner tuck one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out. I
needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried to dribble them in with short bunny hops, but that didn't work. So, while bent over, I began rocking gently back and forth on my heel and toes and I
set 'em to swinging. Finally, on the fourth swing, pause, and lift, I captured the gliding glands. Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for examination. Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror, turning front, and then sideways. I smiled, "Yes,
Houston, we have lift up!" My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until I tried to look down. I had a chin-rest and I couldn't see my feet. I still had to put on my pantyhose, and shoes!! Oh... why did I buy heels with buckles?
Then I had to pee again. I put on my sweats, fixed myself a drink,
ordered pizza, and skipped the reunion.
IF THIS DID NOT GIVE YOU A GOOD LAUGH---YOU'RE JUST TOO YOUNG!!!!
| Body Make Over 'Before' - '2wk Pics' & 4 wk. |
| My name is Sue, 'kozee_kids' on the forum.... I'm going to turn 50 on September 17th, 2006, and my major goal is to hit a weight that will allow me to be able to endure having pictures taken of me on my Birthday.... I would love to see me at 115 again as I was in my mid 20s. So there you have it and here I am. |
Lookie here......
Timkerbell had a
ghetto bootie
too.... =-]
Timkerbell had a
ghetto bootie
too.... =-]
Well, my goal was 135 by 50...
I made it to 140, not bad for an old
gal huh?
I made it to 140, not bad for an old
gal huh?