Half Way Point

The last few days people have begun to notice that I'm losing weight. Despite the fact that BabyMama walked right past me because she didn't recognize me from behind and despite the fact that I can now wear M's jeans and even despite the fact that the women's fitness manager at the gym had to look at my name to figure out who I was after a year of casual chatting, I was pretty convinced that the weight I had lost wasn't that noticeable. It's probably because I see myself all day, everyday and I've become used to it. Much the way a frog in cold water doesn't have the sense to jump out when it starts to boil I suppose.

Yesterday, I borrowed M's camera so I could post a picture she took at a concert (Rita Cruz is no doubt crying with shame that her son looks like Joker - the Crack Years) and I cam across this picture from CK's bachelorette party

Granted, it's a none too flatter picture of any of the party. For example KL is grabbing her boobies and LW looks like she's going to die, while CF seems bemused and CK looks positively murderous. And I, dead center, of course, look like a cheese ball above all cheese balls.

A few clicks down the camera is a shot that she took so that she could brag about picking out my awesome mothers day gift, a turquoise and hematite sea turtle necklace.

I am struck by three things - one, that lipstick? Not so cute. and Two -When the hell did I get such a pointy chin? And lastly, I can finally see what people are talking about. And that makes all the puking worth it.