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As most of you already know, I was sick this week with food poisoning. After being bedridden for almost three days, I was able to get up yesterday evening, clean myself up, straighten my hair, apply a little make up and get dressed and clean up after myself. You know, open the windows, let the light in, light some candles. Welcome home my man with the some semblance of the luvin' woman he knows and loves. While I was doing so, I felt sooo good to be back in the world of the living. Healthy is goooood.
While I was cleaning myself up, I could finally see a difference in my face, neck, and body for myself. I've lost somewhere between 10 and 20 lbs since the second week of January. It's really hard to be accurate with that because I didn't weigh until almost three weeks into Induction). I could feel the difference, but couldn't really see it. Since I'm working in a new career with new people who don't know me, I don't have the benefit hearing the casual "Hey, are you losing weight?" comments in the hallway at work. So my progress has felt slower than usual.
So when I finally saw my own progress last night of a more refined jawbone, smaller face, smaller neck, smaller belly, I really went over the moon when my boyfriend got home. He was relieved to see me up and around and back to myself and we just fell into each other's arms. It had been a horrible sickness to weather together, to put it very lightly. When we pulled away and looked at each other he held my face in his hands and turned me left to right and then back again, studying my face. Then he said that he could see that I'd lost, he could finally tell because my face and neck looked different. It's been hard for him to tell because he's around me every day.
Today I decided to go and buy a new pair of jeans. I hate all my jeans all the sudden. You know how it goes--as your body changes, you need new jeans, even if the old ones still technically fit. I'm still not 100% well, so I didn't want to go crazy driving all over town shopping. So I just hopped into Target to check out the spring fashions and get out of the house for an hour.
Now, I hate buying jeans there because NOTHING in the jr section fits me and I HATE all their plus size jeans. Cheap looking seams, high-rise through the hips, fugly, fugly jeans. I like the jr. jeans, they look cool, have cool seams, cool pockets, they're just better. The last time I shopped there, I could only fit into their size 16 plus size jeans, from the plus size section. I hopefully tried on a pair of size 17's from the jr section, but could barely baaaaaarrrreeely shove my belly down into them. Yeah, I could get them on and yeah, I could zip them up. But NO, I should never wear them in public, lest my bumbling fat muffin top wipe out everything and everyone in sight. One thing I don't EVER EVER go out in public with, is a muffin top. I always make sure my pants fit my size, with my belly sliding down into the waist , no matter how big I am.
Today, I grabbed three size 17's from the jr section, and a regular XL shirt from the jr section. I decided that although they probably weren't quite ready to fit me yet, I'd buy them anyway as motivation. But then I tried them on. And guess what? They slipped right on and zipped right up! no muffin top, easy to zip up, easy to button. Wooo hooo! I was shocked--I really didn't expect it at all!
Everything is going to be okay now.
I can trudge onward knowing that the world of jr sizes is now officially open to me. Don't get me wrong, I do dress appropriately for my age, but it's nice to be able to run into Target and pick up a cute little blouse for a night on the town! Sure, I could go to Old Navy, who in my opinion has the most respect for their customers by NOT having a "plus size section" and just having from size 0-24 of each item right there on the same rack together. But the nearest Old Navy is like 20 miles from me. I like to be able to run to Target for fashion emergencies and for the last few months, it's not been an option for me.
So I look different. Finally, I can see it. And tonight, I'm wearing the cutest jeans ever and my $5.00 "Everyone loves an Irish girl" (yes, I'm half Irish) XL green t-shirt to the roller derby at the Coliseum.
Eventhough in another couple of weeks, I'll be waiting to see another change and probably frustrated that I'm STILL in those damn size 17's, today, the door has been opened back into the style and fashion choices that I need and love. I love it when it starts to pay off.
Keep it up everyone, if you've been waiting for your moment, it will happen!
As most of you already know, I was sick this week with food poisoning. After being bedridden for almost three days, I was able to get up yesterday evening, clean myself up, straighten my hair, apply a little make up and get dressed and clean up after myself. You know, open the windows, let the light in, light some candles. Welcome home my man with the some semblance of the luvin' woman he knows and loves. While I was doing so, I felt sooo good to be back in the world of the living. Healthy is goooood.
While I was cleaning myself up, I could finally see a difference in my face, neck, and body for myself. I've lost somewhere between 10 and 20 lbs since the second week of January. It's really hard to be accurate with that because I didn't weigh until almost three weeks into Induction). I could feel the difference, but couldn't really see it. Since I'm working in a new career with new people who don't know me, I don't have the benefit hearing the casual "Hey, are you losing weight?" comments in the hallway at work. So my progress has felt slower than usual.
So when I finally saw my own progress last night of a more refined jawbone, smaller face, smaller neck, smaller belly, I really went over the moon when my boyfriend got home. He was relieved to see me up and around and back to myself and we just fell into each other's arms. It had been a horrible sickness to weather together, to put it very lightly. When we pulled away and looked at each other he held my face in his hands and turned me left to right and then back again, studying my face. Then he said that he could see that I'd lost, he could finally tell because my face and neck looked different. It's been hard for him to tell because he's around me every day.
Today I decided to go and buy a new pair of jeans. I hate all my jeans all the sudden. You know how it goes--as your body changes, you need new jeans, even if the old ones still technically fit. I'm still not 100% well, so I didn't want to go crazy driving all over town shopping. So I just hopped into Target to check out the spring fashions and get out of the house for an hour.
Now, I hate buying jeans there because NOTHING in the jr section fits me and I HATE all their plus size jeans. Cheap looking seams, high-rise through the hips, fugly, fugly jeans. I like the jr. jeans, they look cool, have cool seams, cool pockets, they're just better. The last time I shopped there, I could only fit into their size 16 plus size jeans, from the plus size section. I hopefully tried on a pair of size 17's from the jr section, but could barely baaaaaarrrreeely shove my belly down into them. Yeah, I could get them on and yeah, I could zip them up. But NO, I should never wear them in public, lest my bumbling fat muffin top wipe out everything and everyone in sight. One thing I don't EVER EVER go out in public with, is a muffin top. I always make sure my pants fit my size, with my belly sliding down into the waist , no matter how big I am.
Today, I grabbed three size 17's from the jr section, and a regular XL shirt from the jr section. I decided that although they probably weren't quite ready to fit me yet, I'd buy them anyway as motivation. But then I tried them on. And guess what? They slipped right on and zipped right up! no muffin top, easy to zip up, easy to button. Wooo hooo! I was shocked--I really didn't expect it at all!
Everything is going to be okay now.
I can trudge onward knowing that the world of jr sizes is now officially open to me. Don't get me wrong, I do dress appropriately for my age, but it's nice to be able to run into Target and pick up a cute little blouse for a night on the town! Sure, I could go to Old Navy, who in my opinion has the most respect for their customers by NOT having a "plus size section" and just having from size 0-24 of each item right there on the same rack together. But the nearest Old Navy is like 20 miles from me. I like to be able to run to Target for fashion emergencies and for the last few months, it's not been an option for me.
So I look different. Finally, I can see it. And tonight, I'm wearing the cutest jeans ever and my $5.00 "Everyone loves an Irish girl" (yes, I'm half Irish) XL green t-shirt to the roller derby at the Coliseum.
Eventhough in another couple of weeks, I'll be waiting to see another change and probably frustrated that I'm STILL in those damn size 17's, today, the door has been opened back into the style and fashion choices that I need and love. I love it when it starts to pay off.
Keep it up everyone, if you've been waiting for your moment, it will happen!
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