Monday, December 30, 2013
So today I went shopping for new jeans. Back in April, when I was at a high, I was around a 14 (but I was insistent I was a 12. The pants and dresses that fit best were old 14s, but since I could pry myself into a couple 12s, that was still my size. It's the size I am in my head. You know how it is.)
Anyway,I couldn't find my jeans anywhere and wanted to wear them to a party tonight. After searching for an hour, I caved and went shopping. I grabbed a few size 12s to try on, only to have to go back and find 10s! And in some brands I found I was actually an 8! I grabbed that pair on accident, and when they fit PERFECTLY I was SHOCKED! I bought a pair of Levi's in 10 (I was between sizes in that brand) and I am still so thrilled. I'm officially down two sizes, possibly three.
I can't remember the last time I was this size. When I was at my low weight I had no money, a lot of belts, and old jeans that no longer had a size tag in them-I didn't know what size I was. In my head I was a 12, but I'm now wondering if that was wrong.
I had a little bit of parental drama tonight (more of the same old tune), but not even that can get me down today.