One of the things on my list that I wanted to be able to accomplish by losing weight was: to be light enough that a man could pick me up. I let Ben read my list of things back when I first told him that I had weight loss surgery. He has been insistant on picking me up ever since then. :) It was me who kept saying, "No, not yet." Last night was THE night.
Ben. picked. me. up. Not the pick me up two inches off the ground, I mean scooped me up in his arms and picked me up! :) Like the, "Hey you are a princess, so I'll pick you up." I cannot tell you how happy this made me.
Next, he wanted to try giving me a piggy back ride (also on my list), but the whole leaning forward and rocking back for him to lift me kinda scared me. What was cool though was that I knew he COULD do it. I would love to have a picture of me on his back for some of our fun outdoor engagement pictures we will be taking soon.
Not so proud:
I ate until I was uncomfortably stuffed on Sunday evening. I felt awful for awhile. It has been a long time since I have ate like that.
Saturday afternoon, I realized that I was starting to get full. I still knew I was ok to eat a bit more, but just a "bit." I looked at my plate, and decided that I wanted to eat some more of the yummy broccoli salad. I only had that.
Realizing how uncomfortable I had been on Sunday evening, and that I didn't want a repeat of that on Monday: I ate very reasonably sized portions.