Last weekend, I went shopping. Though it's still upper 70s to mid 80s and 472989284% humidity (rough estimate), fall will be here eventually and I needed fall/winter clothes.
(Side note: A few weeks ago I posted about how I was having a hard time getting rid of my latest round of 'fat clothes' because I still can't imagine that they even are fat clothes - they were goal clothes for so long. Anyway, those two bags of clothes have at least made it into the garage. They're not out of the house yet, but progress is progress right??)
Anyway, I went shopping and I still have a fair amount of body dysmorphia. Repeatedly I picked up larges and extra-larges and then ended up with mediums.
BUT. I bought clothes that fit. I got jeans, pants, sweaters, long sleeve shirts, cardigans, and more workout wear (which I need like I need another hole in the head), and every single thing I bought was a medium or 12P ...
Except for one thing:
You guys. Those are size 10 jeans.
They're snug, I have to say, but I think after a couple hours on my butt they'll stretch just enough to be absolutely perfect.
I might've cried a little in the fitting room.
Monday I went into the office wearing one of my spiffy new outfits and the first colleague I saw said "you look like you've lost even more weight!" to which I replied, "not really, but I finally bought clothes that fit so there's that." :) It's true - wearing clothes that fit properly really does make a difference. Heh, who knew?!
It may be tortoise pace losing, but it's losing. And losing is winning. Or something.