Imperfection and dirty laundry.

Well, I am almost 20 pounds down via Jenny Craig. I lost 2.1 pounds and am still trying to chug along, or something like that. I was literally thinking about writing a post like this for a while, and I'm so tired, so forgive me for the imperfections.

I haven't had a perfect week on Jenny Craig yet. I'm not bothered by this. I have treated myself in one way or another or several every single week. I'm sure I could have lost twice as much if I had perfect weeks. But what if I had missed out on social fun? What if I had been miserable? That's no way to live. Besides, I'm so far from perfect it's stupid. I'm so type Z it's amaZing. So why should my diet be perfect? That don't make no sense! :)

I've aired a lot of my imperfections on this blog, and I wouldn't take back a single one of them. I also wouldn't really trade them. They've made me who I am, and I'm humbled and hopefully a better person for them. Some could say I've aired dirty laundry. I don't really see it that way. I don't really write about other people's imperfections, because they're not mine to share. I've really tried to keep other people's issues that they've shared out of my blog, and I certainly have enough of my own to keep going. :) Don't we all? Oh, what's that? You don't have any issues? Guess what? You need to see a shrink and lay on a green couch faster than the rest of us.

Everyone's got issues, and the more people share them, sometimes the better I feel. Oh, you gained weight too? I feel ya. Mental issues? Been there. Still am. Ate a bag of popcorn for dinner? Well, I never... no wait. Yeah, I did. Not tonight though.

I can't stand people who try to make their lives look perfect. It's just so silly, get real. Blowing sunshine and rainbows and butterflies out of where? You do not have Megan fooled. But, I do understand why some people like to share only the good parts of their lives. Why share the negative?

I share the negative because I think it's real. Not dirty laundry. It's weight loss, of course it's negative at times. Trust me, I battle with myself all the time with food. This is no piece of cake. (wondering why we don't have cake in the house...) I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with food, or addicted. But I like food. A lot. :)

It's really hard knowing that I haven't changed jeans yet. Last night, I took of my jeans without undoing the button and zipper. I mean, I had to wiggle, but they went. That was cool. But I'm still wearing them. So, if I was wearing these jeans 26 pounds ago, what on GODS GREEN EARTH DID I LOOK LIKE?! How come no one told me??! People, I expect more.

Apparently the weight is coming off in other places. Fine, but what about the middle?! When will that shrink? When will I get to wear my size 14 jeans? On the other hand... I think my collar bone is about to see its shadow. Woohoo! And I don't even have to stand like some anorexic model to see the outline! There's only a little bit more flesh left. I'll keep you posted on the resurfacing of my collar bone. I know you're anxiously awaiting its arrival.

Now for some shout outs via some other blogs.

J - Your blog is amazing, and I still remember the shock I felt reading your facebook status, as ridiculous as that may sound. I am so proud of you, and thank you.

I - Your pictures are perfect, blurry or not. Keep em coming. I love that your home looks like ours, if not a whole lot better. Your life is perfect. Just like mine. Full of imperfections that we're cool with.

G - Your blog is sweet and real and short and fun. It's inspirational for the working Megan, and I feel like I just had a conversation with you whenever I read it. Your stories should be in a book, for real.

To my friends - my God, when will sappy Megan go away? :) Thank you for being real. You know we wouldn't work if you were fake. ;) p.s. I miss every mother-loving one of you. Thanks for supporting me and my imperfections.

You know, you'd think by 30 I'd be writing more better.