Getting used to my new body!

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 Finally Weighed Myself

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).

Drumroll, please….


Looking back…

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!!

Getting back in my skinny jeans

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.

Where to start?

You gotta start somewhere, right?

I started with my gym membership.  We have a family membership that we pay way too much for and only gets used when the kids take a swim lesson or when one of my friends encourages me to take a class with them.

I decided I need to just go.  I am aiming for 3 times a week.  First thing I did was drop the kids off at the daycare and headed to the water fountain.  I was so proud of myself for my renewed efforts that I had purchased a cute little water bottle.  I guess my theory was if I carried this fancy water bottle, people would admire it rather than my huge butt.  Who knows if it worked.  Next to the water fountain is the scale.  It taunted me.  I have always believed that scales were evil, so we have never purchased a scale.  What good is it to harp on your weight?  It is how the clothes fit on you, right?

I convinced myself that if I was going to monitor my progress I needed to have a baseline though, so I conquered my fears and stepped on.  Immediately, I regretted this decision.  The number that flashed made me want to cry. 176.  That cannot be right, I thought.  Of course it wasn’t.  I was still holding the water bottle and the water bottle alone had to be 5 pounds at least!

So I put the bottle down and stepped on it again.  I was a bit disappointed that it only weighed a pound.  Ladies and Gentleman… I weigh 175 pounds.  My dress size is a 14, although I still smash myself into a 12 whenever possible.  So this is my starting point.