Winter’s on its way, and my clothes are a little snug and not looking as great as they could lately …
Clothes-shopping this weekend was tough. Fun with my friends, of course, but though I found some cute tops, the extra weight (ok, inch) I’m carrying on my hips at the moment made it hard for me to be excited about trying on jeans; they didn’t lay right.
As luck would have it, the Joe’s jeans I really wanted, they didn’t have in the right color (though the size fit — they were too light; I am on the hunt for a darker pair).
When I made the decision to lose weight back in 2004, I went at it with absolute gusto — and I did it.
Perhaps because it was my first attempt ever at trying to lose, it worked like a charm.
I felt amazing. Incredible. Skinny, even. (Technically, I never was “skinny” but you know what I mean; I felt it).
As I “found” hidden body parts that now were much clearer on my leaner frame (ribs, hip bones, collar bones), I thought I was ‘da bomb.
I could work out longer. I was rarely sick. My clothes started falling off. A solid 14/12 depending on the store, I pretty much skipped the 10s and 8s and went right into 6s and sometimes, a 4. It was constant change for eight months.
But now that I’ve more or less been in this body (with some added padding) for four+ years, it’s hard to feel that “high” I felt back in the beginning.
I’ve been blaming it on the fact that I’ve put on about 7-10 lbs. from my lowest, but the truth is, that “low” might not have been maintainable in the long haul (without too much extra work). And even more than that … the shininess of my transformed body has just worn off. It’s not new anymore. Continue reading “My Body: Not So Shiny and New…”→