It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
This week has seemingly been kind of a struggle for me. I’ve been busy at work, having some family issues, trying to paint my dining room AND working out (or feeling guilty about not working out as much) is bogging me down.
This week hasn’t been a bust, my weight has remained relatively stable, but my eating has not been the best. Can you say, “Five Guys”. I logged into Tumblr and my dashboard never fails to inspire. I need to keep moving forward and adapt and overcome.
But, they don’t fit. Either pair. It’s not what you think. They’re too big.
For the past three to five years (at least), I’ve been a Lane Bryant size 24. Over the past year, I have whittled my weight down to 228 lbs (from 301 lbs) and my size down to a 20 - or so I thought.
My jeans are cute, but they droop. I have poopy pants and extra crotch. Sexy. They bunch at the waist and are constantly slipping and I have to fold over the band on my jeggings. I’m struggling to figure out exactly what went wrong. The bottom line I should have settled on a size 18.
It’s a struggle to believe that I could actually have lost SIX pants sizes. This weight loss thing is going to take some getting used to. I’m in no mood to buy more jeans. I’ll just have to make them work.