Saturday, March 02, 2013
So not only does the ordered-a-size-too-small dress for my sister's wedding fit (the dress shop lady complimented me on my tiny waist - I haven't heard that in about 15 years - I guess my hourglass is slowly revealing itself again), but I was able to wear a dress I bought last fall to work yesterday for the first time. It doesn't fit as well as I would like it to, but putting it on in the morning and thinking, "Hey! You know, not too bad!" was pretty awesome.
I am enjoying the way I'm eating now. I did have some Pizza Hut pizza this week, but I didn't feel guilty about it. I am not what I eat.
I lost another pound or two. Eating real food really is more satisfying than junk food/fast/food - it doesn't take as much to make me full, and I don't snack as much. I love eating fruit and veg everyday, and don't miss sugar - honestly. I went out with some work friends last night to celebrate my friend's 'retirement' (she's 28 - achieving her goal of SAHM, which is awesome for her!), and was not even tempted by the desserts everyone else decided to have. If I wanted some, I would have had a bite, but I wasn't restraining myself, it just didn't sound all that good. Crazy, I know.
I'm not really exercising - can't wait to start walking if THE WEATHER EVER COOPERATES YES I'M TALKING TO YOU NE OHIO - but I have been doing these arm exercises every day before my shower. I seem to be noticing some definition. I just want them to be a little less flabby before the wedding. Coming home last night, it was dark, around 20 degrees out, and there was a person jogging on the side of the road in the slush. I could barely see him/her, even with the day-glo orange safety patch on their back. I just felt sorry for that person - in my mind it was unsafe and so late - why wouldn't you just wait until tomorrow? I hope they were enjoying themselves anyway! Everyone has a different perspective, and that's OK.
Mostly I like myself, my body, and how I look. I just want to do what's best for myself and try to avoid any complications down the road, like diabetes, which runs in my family. It's time to take responsibility for myself, in ways that don't make me crazy. I'm far too busy to be a slave to the gym and my food scale, and I don't enjoy my life when I do that. It's much more fun to cook real food that I like to eat, get a good night's sleep, and take a walk on a pretty day now and then. That's my plan, and if I'm not a size 6 by summer, who cares? I haven't been since high school, and it hasn't ruined my life yet.