The other day I went clothes shopping and I realized that I have not come to terms with my new size. It took my husband and my Mother in Law reminding me over and over again to buy the right size. I have gotten used to buying XL, but after trying on lots of clothes… I realized that I need to buy mediums.
I don’t know why this came as such a shock! I was still a bit nervous buying that size. Thoughts filled my head!
What if they shrink?
What if I am not comfortable wearing things that are not baggy?
What if I gain weight again?
In the end, I bought the medium shirts. I hope they don’t shrink.
I was at my In-laws house for Thanksgiving and they had a scale.
I know I have lost weight. I can tell by the weigh my clothes fit, but I have not actually weighed myself to find out how much weight I have actually lost. I decided it was about time to find out my actual weight (after Thanksgiving dinner).
I was 115 when I entered college.
I weighed about 130 when I got married.
I was about 135-138 when I got pregnant with my daughter.
And my goal weight was 135 when I started this blog.
8 more pounds to go before I reach my goal!!
It is funny, but now that I have lost weight and I have to put up my bigger clothes (size 14), I am a bit saddened. As I fold them, I am think about how much I loved those pants or skirt. I am so happy to fit back into some clothes I have not been able to wear since before I had kids, but there is still a little saddness for the clothes that I have been wearing.
I know that seems silly, but it is true.
Has anyone else had these mixed feelings before?
I don’t know how much weight I have lost, but today was a great day. I pulled down all the pants that I had put up in hopes that I would someday fit into them.
Today I did! I put on my favorite jeans trousers and they fit… better yet they were a bit loose!
I feel like my wardrobe has expanded overnight.
At some point I would love to see what I weigh… but for now I will be happy with the feeling of my skinny jeans.
I have lost about 22 pounds at this point… yay!
I wanted to share this little event.
I was painting and could not find anything to wear that I didn’t mind ruining.
So I decided to dig through the Goodwill box (the one where we stick all the clothes we plan to give to Goodwill but never seem to get there). I found a pair of old shorts that have not fit for years and figured I would just belt them on while I painted. Amazingly enough, they fit. They did not look half bad either.
I was so excited, I ran down and showed my husband. Who did not seem very surprised. In fact he just said “I would have guessed a lot of those clothes probably fit you now… you lost a lot of weight.
Oh well. I am still excited and I was still surprised.
I have decided it is okay to be a quitter.
I have lost weight, but not by doing anything special.
I still love my shake weight and hopefully will begin a regiment of sit ups in the near future.
Alas, due to some changes in lifestyle (ie staying home to be a SAHM) finances are a bit strapped so I had to say good bye to my gym membership and all the fun classes. I am thinking I may just have to take up running (or at least walking).
If you are interested in seeing more of my fun life as a SAHM mom and my quest to be a domestic goddess… check out my new blog.
I am sure I will continue to talk about my quest to reach my pre-baby weight, but it will also enable me to talk about all my other issues (in which there are many).
Just to fill you guys in though…
I am now 152 pounds! So that is something, right?
We just went on a vacation to visit friends in Tampa. I took a vacation. Vacations mean not worrying about calories, fat content, or excercise! Seriously, I have let myself go. I have not been to the gym in two weeks and have thrown my diet to the wayside.
I do think I followed a Florida sweat diet when I was there though. On our visit to SeaWorld, I think I easily sweat at least 2 pounds just by walking around in the heat. When it is hot, I think the world is your sauna.
Now I am contemplating how to start back up. I got dressed up in gym clothes with the intention of going to the gym…but did not make it. So tomorrow? Sure I will try tomorrow. That sounds like a plan. I do want to apologize to those who do check in…you may have thought I had a tragic accident with Jello or worse- maybe had a run in with a runaway treadmill. I am back on the horse again and hope to start posting my return to healthy living.
I had plans to do the elliptical at the gym today, but the great Jello incident has put them on the back burner. Instead I am doing a whole house cleaning. I decided to get dressed and take a shower after lunch and the kids had Jello for dessert. Usually, the kids are pretty good with eating their Jello at the table, but today my son thought it would be a good idea to eat it in the family room. So far, this does not sound like a story that will end in tragedy, but it does. The Jello died a sad death in the family room. I think it must have fought for its life since it was everywhere; smeared on the hardwoods, smashed on the rug, and even slaughtered on the couch. So today, I am cleaning. The kids are cleaning…to get the point across. So the gym can wait, and I just have to hope that this hardcore cleaning will burn some calories.
Okay, I weighed myself again and I am back at 170. Not too bad, considering that I have not been good about my diet or exercise. I decided I need to get back on track.
So it is a new day and and a new resolve.
On another note… Strive was good last night although the teacher was in a push ups kick. We did a lot of push up and this hover thing that I was really bad at. Not much cardio last night though.
Today I went to one of my favorite restaurants. It has fried pickles, and who could not love that! Anyways, my body has decided it does not like fried food as much as it used to. Since I had my gall bladder removed it has not liked fried food, but today it was mad. I have been having a bit of withdrawal from my favorite beverage too… Dr. Pepper. I would think that I would be over that, but no. Dr. Pepper calls. The Dr. wants me to drink more than just one every day or so… It wants to come live in my fridge again. So far I have resisted the urge, taking a limeade instead of a Dr. Pepper at lunch, but the Doctor is strong.
I have been slack in the exercise department as well. I planned on hitting the gym not only yesterday, but today as well. Both times I failed to go. I thought that summer would be easier for me to implement the change in diet and routine, but it has proven harder in some ways. My routine is off and I have not managed to get a solid routine in place. Ugh!