I think my biggest joy as of late is being able to fit into my two favorite pairs of jeans, both of which I grew out of over last winter. Between Christmas and June, I put on about 15 pounds. How, you ask? Well, I made three batches of cookies for the holidays...and though sugar isn't my vice, somehow eating too many of those made me continue to want sugar after they were gone. So I ate sugar (which had been sworn off except for special occasions), and then continued to for a good few months - and packed on some poundage. Ack.
So, it's been fun to grab my jeans from the 'retired pile' in my closet and slide right on into them with ease. On the other hand, I'm struggling with shirts - seems already some feel like I'm wearing a tent when I throw on some of my favorites. Actually, that's probably a lot about my desire to wear things that fit so it looks like I've really lost weight! I mean, it's no lie that I'll take any compliment you've got for me. :) This is work, and as with any work, we all like to be acknowledged, right? Though, wearing clothes that fit also helps to give me that confidence level I get when I don't feel like the Stay-Puff Marshmellow Woman. (At a certain weight I just feel, well, puffy).
So, having a minimal clothing budget, I'm working to figure out creative solutions on the clothing front, which I have every faith that I will be able to do :) Ebay, clothing swaps at my support group, thrifting...and, in a few sizes, I'll be able to borrow Michelle's clothes - much to her dismay.
In other news, I burnt my forehead while curling my hair at the gym yesterday. Who does that once they graduate 8th grade??? Geez....