I’ve hit a plateau of sorts, but I’ve promised myself not to worry about it until after the holidays. As long as I stay where I’m at, I’m happy. In fact, I lost a pound this week in spite of all the holiday work parties! So yay me!
I’m now down 34 pounds. I started at 305 and weigh-in yesterday put me at 271.6. This is the lowest I’ve been in about a decade. And while I’m kind of halted in weight loss, I see changes in my body regularly. My clothes are all baggy, which I’ve decided to also be okay with for now since it’s winter and I enjoy huddling in sweaters. That way, when spring comes and I wear more weather-appropriate clothing, people will think I dropped all kinds of weight overnight 😉
When I started, I was wearing a 24, but really should have been in a 26. Everything was skin-tight then and uncomfortable. I had one pair of 26 jeans, and I accidentally grabbed them the other day and pulled them on without unbuttoning them. THAT was a victorious feeling! Also, I bought a sweater that was an 18/20, thinking that I would hold onto it for when it fits. IT FITS NOW! That happened another time recently when I saw a size 18 polka-dotted skirt (polka dots are a weakness) at Goodwill for $1, so I bought it with the intention of wearing it when I’d lost more weight. I tried it on just to see how long I’d have to wait. AND IT FIT! I love that feeling.
Another thing that’s changed is that I wore a winter hat tonight that I crocheted for myself last winter, but never wore before because my face was too fat for it. I LOVE cloches, but mix the size of my gargantuan head with the fluffiness of my face, and I avoid them. But I put mine on tonight and it didn’t look half bad:
Check out the flower on the side:
Since I don’t want you to think life is all roses and sunshine, I’ll tell you about my trip to the dreaded Walmart yesterday. I was looking at a clearance rack, trying on cardigans (another weakness), when this older lady approached me and asked me if I knew where the “plus plus” sizes were. She said, “You know, like 3X.”
Here I was just feeling good about myself, contemplating buying a pair of size 18 tights since all of mine are becoming baggy, and she approaches me to ask me this! I really wanted to slap her. Instead, I looked like I was pondering, and replied, “I think they’re way down there on the end.” And she toddled off to find them.
Seriously. Just don’t. That was like asking me when the baby’s due and I’m not pregnant. There was no malcontent in her question. But I look forward to the day when the question is instead if I know where the active wear is located. She really knocked me down a peg. Ugh. My only consolation is that I later saw her holding up a hideously-shaped pink shirt approvingly, so at least I know if we show up at the same place again, I’ll be better dressed than she is.
I’m off work for the next few weeks, so I hope to manage to start a yoga trend that can continue when I go back to the daily grind. I’m still logging my food with Lose It! I’m feeling pretty good, all things considered. My knee has given me very little problems, and my lactose intolerance is being fairly tolerant.
With that, I’ll leave you with this thought. It’s what drives me daily to not go back. Ever.