I think my legs would look good in skirts if it weren't for all the bug bites. I have pretty decent calf muscles. Must be all that time climbing the stairs.
I haven't been watching what I eat as much as I should be. It's hard when so much of your socializing ends up being over dinner or drinks or both. I have no idea if I've lost any more weight since I went to the doctor in April because I don't have a scale, but my tummy, while still not where I want it to be, seems a little more girly-belly like Bruce Willis' girlfriend in Pulp Fiction and a little less Buddha. Oh, and I think my face is getting more angular. I like that.
I want to hurry up and lose some more so I can upgrade my wardrobe. I think probably most of us, when we're unhappy with our looks/weight, punish ourselves by picking out hideous clothing that screams "I'm fat!!" I should probably start watching What Not To Wear to pick up tips on dressing. I have no clothes sense.
I think I'll start wearing more skirts.