This morning I woke up at 7am, I got up, walked around, then laid back down. The next thing I knew it was 10am and I had slept away most of the day. Don’t you hate that?
Pat is currently cleaning the bathroom, and he just told me to stay out of there because he “made mustard gas”, should I be worried? Is he trying to kill me?
Sunday was quite the adventure of a day. On top of being weigh in day, it was father’s day, and boy did we live it up (I’ll get to that in a minute). I wasn’t so sure I wanted to tell you guys about my weight this week, it didn’t exactly go in the right direction, but then I realized it was silly to only tell you the good stuff and leave out the bad. The thing is, weight loss isn’t easy, it’s exceptionally hard and there are weeks that no matter how hard you work your body naturally fluctuates- but it feels like it is rebelling against all your hard work.
Here it is: this week I gained 1lb- 1lb, no big deal right? After losing so much weight and having it be one of the biggest parts of your life, 1lb can feel like a lot. As of yesterday morning at 6:30am; I weigh 135.0lbs.
BUT, I’m trying not to dwell on the number because on Saturday:
As most of you know, I don’t own pants, I don’t particularly like pants and I don’t plan on owning any. I love my skirts, dresses, and an occasional pair of leggings- but I had been wondering one thing lately, what size do I wear; so I went to Old Navy. In January I wore size 16 Old Navy Jeans. When I got there I stared at the jean wall with a flustered, concerned feeling shooting through my body. I took 3 pairs of jeans in (all skinny); 12,10, and 8. Size 8 was too big so I grabbed a size 6, too big…
Now just to clarify, I didn’t buy any, but if I did; they probably wouldn’t be skinny and I probably wouldn’t be tucking my shirt in like that. My biggest challenge is that I do not see a difference between the person I am now and the person I was then. Same reflection in the mirror.
Before I was okay with waiting to buy clothes, it seemed silly to spend money on them, but now I’m really noticing that nothing of mine fits and the urge to go shopping is strong. Question: Do I go shopping now, or wait until the last 15 lbs are gone?
We gave presents
How did you celebrate the Dad’s in your life?