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!!
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.
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.