So this month I've been doing things pretty much as we should according to Spark. Moving much, eating less, tracking and whatnot.
The scale has not budged. Now, I'm not going to lie to y'all and say that I don't care about that. I do. It ticks me off a bit. Well, a lot actually.
I'm not considering it failure on my part. Why?
Because of my swimsuits.
Now, for the truly brave and trendy people out there, I'm sure you have absolute JOY and LOVE for swimsuit shopping.
I do not.
I bought a suit last summer so that I could cover myself according to state laws and city ordinances and was not happy. I had to go up a size or two into the "women's" category. By all means, it was not a bad suit, it's a cute enough tankini...but really... once there is a double digit size with a 2 at the front...is there anyting "ini" about it?
Still...even that suit was tight.
So, just last week, I got approval for vacation in July and we decided to go to Destin, FL again.
Now, that joy faded quickly when I realized fun in the sun meant dragging out a new suit or buying one. Needless to say, I'd still rather not have to shop for a suit, so I dragged out last year's model.
It did not fit.
It was too big. WAY too big. As in things could slip out and violate aforementioned city ordinances big.
So...what's a girl to do? Well, I still was not willing to step into a store so I thought, I'll just see how close I was to my other suit. The one that was stashed...long forgotten in the back drawers in my closet. Still double digit...16, but it was lovely. Nice slim teal halter one piece with ruching. Quite sexy when paired with a silky pareo.
The thing fits. Very well. Actually, there is an area of concern if that scale even budges slightly south. But no, I'm not worried about that number anymore. I weigh more than I did when I last wore this suit. It obviously is "good weight" much in the same way as there is "good food."
It's going to be a good vacation, y'all. ;)
Have a healthy day!