Saturday, November 19, 2011
My Eyes Decieve Me
The reason why I don't shop for clothing is because I never know when I'm going to get lucky enough to get pregnant. Kate according to the supermarket check out rags, I don't read them but I saw a few with the headlines, is pregnant and 6 weeks at that. A hard slap in the face to me as I'd be about the same right now if things had gone according to my plans. Still if the rumor proves true I wish her well, lucky wench.
So with trying to put negative thoughts behind me I walked over to the clothing racks and searched for jeans. I tried on 5 different pairs of jeans and 5 different brands. I finally found one pair that fit like a dream. No I declined to buy them as I'm afraid to gain an ounce. In two days I've lost 1.2 pounds. I had gained back 3 pounds this month so its about time some of it comes back off. Funny how eating more is making it come off. Figure that one out.
The pair of jeans I walked into the store with on my person are a size 14 and almost 10 years old. Out of date and higher wasted with a patched hole in the left flank from an incident with a wire sticking out of the seat in my old clunker of a car I no longer own. I have only one pair of jeans that fit me well now and the rest just hang on me which is fine because when I do get pregnant I'll have clothes for a while without having to buy any.
I tried on Calvin Klein size 14's...way too big. I tried on the store brand 14's again too big. I finally ended up trying on the perfect jeans for my figure. A pair of Levi's in size 12. I can't believe I now fit into a size 12 when earlier this summer, August to be exact, I was a size 18. For those of you in the UK an American 18 is your size 20.
I'm still fat but one day I hope to be a size 8 again. Maybe after I have my miracle baby.
Oh and no I didn't buy the jeans because, like I said I'm still afraid I'll gain an ounce or worse they'll shrink in the wash. Maybe in another two weeks, I'm in the 2 week wait right now, I'll buy them when I have a better idea of what my body is trying to do to me.
So I guess when I pass a mirror and see a bit fatty in it my eyes are playing tricks on me. I'm not that fat anymore and have 35 pounds still to go. Its a lot but it is doable. Besides the look on my husband's face was precious today when I exited the dressing room for him to see me in them. He loved how they hugged my bottom so nicely. I forgot how shapely a bottom I have when I lose the back fat and abdomen fat.