thirty point four

Thank you very much for your comments on my last post. I’m still feeling very homesick. I can’t wait to buy the plane ticket. I’ll have to update my passport and get one for TJ. The last time I updated my passport I was traveling to Saipan in 2003. The woman in the downtown Seattle passport office told warned me never to lose my passport because no one, not even people in a federal office believed that the Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands is a real US territory. You and every customer service rep, lady. And every person who has asked me how it was in Saigon, or how did I arrive here–by plane? NO, BY KAYAK–or mentioned that I speak English so good.

Also, I’ll have to lose more weight because that’s the first thing my family will point out, especially those who have appointed themselves curators of the What Mona Looked Like in 1998 Museum’s Oh My God What Size Pants Are You Wearing Exhibit. My mom’s family is the more frank side. Their metabolism is high; their legs are thin. When I was growing up, they were the quickest to point out any change in my figure and were extremely candid to my face when I would rather they talk about it behind my back. I’m totally fine being excluded from those conversations. I know it comes from love and in a strange way, this is how they said, you are capable of more than this even though they phrased it as, “Jesus Maria Jose, Ramona, you need to reduce.”

I inherited my father’s genes–his skin color, eyes, hair and tendency to hold onto weight. I know genetically what I’m capable of, and I have been working hard to counter what my body knows so naturally.

Since January 1st of this year, I have lost 30.4 pounds. I’m skinnier than I was before I became pregnant with TJ and about ten pounds away from being at my original pre-pregnancy weight, when I was 22. Back then I could justify a $150 makeup MAC makeup purchase as an investment, and not a stupid way to waste money when I would have to buy diapers the next year. I was thinner and wore pants with a single digit on the tag. It’ll be nice to return to that size, if not completely to a life where I didn’t have to hide in the bathroom to write a blog post and the loud shrills of “MOMMY!!” didn’t echo through my home.

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  1. I’m *so impressed* by 30.4. What I wouldn’t give to be 30.4 lbs. lighter! What do you think was the biggest reason for your success?

    Also, you totally are a WWF hustler. šŸ˜›

  2. That’s so awesome! I’m still struggling around 20 pounds myself. Okay not struggling so much as I was all OFF DIET CAKE EVERYDAY. Yeah…

    Go you!

  3. Awesome!!! I weight almost the same as you. My weight loss spans over the last year so it’s not as impressive as yours. šŸ™‚ I was 231 the day I had baby and 191 before I was pregnant, I’m now around 158. I have another 30 pounds to lose before I’m in my normal BMI.

  4. I know that app! šŸ™‚ Congrats on 30 lbs! That’s like removing the weight of one of my dogs from around your mid section! So awesome, and you give me hope to keep trucking along using that very same iPhone app.

    Many congrats my friend.
    Ashley, the Accidental Olympian recently posted..THERE WAS A TIME WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GOOD AT GROWING THINGS

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