You know the best part about losing weight? For me, anyways?
Feeling the clothes getting looser. Every day. I love it.
You see, for a very long time, my clothes were not loose. At first, they fit me, kinda. Then they started growing too tight. But I refused to buy a bigger size.
Dammit, I WILL NOT go up a size, I will squeeze myself into these clothes for the rest of my fat friggin’ life if I have to!
By the time I got the wake up call in late August – the “plus-sized bridesmaid dress” wake up call – I was downright uncomfortable in my clothes. Jeans were digging in, none of my shirts concealed the massive muffin top (oh who the hell are we kidding, that cutesy name does not change what it was - a massive, giant spare tire!), and I was not feeling very good about myself. At all.
Something had to be done.
After almost two months of changing my diet to incorporate much smaller portions and much healthier foods, and a renewed promise to exercise more, I’m stalled at 19 pounds lost (why? why can’t I just lose that one more measly pound?!?!) …And I’m feeling much, much better about myself.
I love that my rings are spinning loosely on my fingers. And I love that my jeans are starting to get a little bit baggy.
I’ve been noticing it for a few weeks now. I have to draw the belt in an extra notch now. Some of my pants are starting to look down-right sloppy on me. Last night, I was starting to wonder if maybe – just maybe – it might be time to go down a size?!
*cue the squeals of excitement and glee!!!!!!!*
And that’s when I went searching for my favourite pair of jeans.
They’re a worn-out, faded pair of Bluenotes that I bought about five years ago. At the time I bought them, they were already kind of snug on me, but I loved them. Nothing special to look at, but such comfy jeans.
Here’s a picture of me wearing them at Tub Rave. I think this was in ‘09, so about two years ago. (I thought it was more like ‘08, but Facebook doesn’t lie.)
Not the best photo in the world (I might have had a drink or two. and wearing sunglasses at night, that says it all right there. also, I’m surrounded by skinny little witches in their hot jeans and cool coats while I’m wearing a hot pink sweatshirt, oddly combined with a scarf. whatever.) but you get the idea. It’s about the jeans, people.
So, that was ‘09. I’m thinking it wasn’t long after that they were discarded from my closet. All I know is I could no longer zip them up, so I angrily threw them on the floor of the closet in the spare room, where they could no longer taunt me. Then I piled a bunch of old sweatshirts that I never wear on top of them so that I would never have to see them again.
Yeah, I had to do some digging. But I found them last night. And I was nervous about trying them on again. What if this Loose Pant Syndrome was just a delusion? What if I’m not really losing weight like I think I am? What if the scales have been lying? What if it’s all a figment of my imagination? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
:) :) :)
Okay, I know you’re waiting for a picture to prove it, so this is the part where I tell you they only fit sort of. I could zip ‘em up, but they kinda looked like they were painted on. Not really very comfortable, nor flattering, so I’m not likely going to be strutting around in them this weekend or anything. I’m going to give it a few weeks before I try them again. And then I might take a picture to show you. When I don’t look so much like a sausage.
But the fact that I could zip ‘em up? Without lying down on the bed and holding my breath and sucking in to save my ever-lovin’ life?
I’ll take it.