Deltas

Everyone's like, "Oh, you're so thin! How are you?" It takes epic amounts of restraint not to reply, "I've been better, but that's only because you never talked to me when I was fat."

Ho ho ho.

I was poking around in my Athena directory, and apparently back in double-ought-three I had acquired the excessively girly pre-occupation of fretting about my health and my figure. Even normal people do this. They say things like, "Oh, I wish my clothes fit a bit better," or, "I wish I were in better shape, I get winded so quickly during sports." I was no exception, but I didn't really care since my boyfriend wasn't the choosy type. But, I guess I saw some photos of me and I was not in compliance with even my own (somewhat lax) personal aesthetic. Error 507: Woz out of Spec. Some women join gyms or start running: being an engineer I ran a comprehensive analysis of my exercise and nutrition habits (by keeping a diary) with a weight/dimension/peak expiratory rate log (cross referenced to some arcane system tracking how many hours I had tooled or slept each day).

Needless to say, I don't really care about doing things especially to lose weight. I care about doing things to get better at them. The current list is Ultimate, tireswinging, rollerblading, cycling, backpacking and doing pull-ups. But, losing weight is an excellent bonus to the joys of physical exertion, I will not argue with that.

So, courtesy of this log I kept in 2003, I have the hard numbers to figure out the total deltas from back then, to now.

Mass: -2 stone
Bust: -3.5"
Underbust: -3"
Waist: -2"
Hips: -5"
Thigh: -4"
Calf: -2"