Where Did You Come From

One of the most beautiful things about blogging, besides feeding our narcissistic desire for love and adoration, is that you have an online journal of your journey.  I was meandering through my blogs posts last week, starting with my very first post from what seems like a lifetime ago.  I wanted to verify something that I will blog about very soon.  But along the way, I found this post from April of 2009.  Let's take a look.

Sizing Things Up

I think I started my journey at a size 28. Its hard to tell because of Lane Bryant and their trickery with the size changes...but I know I was a 26/28 in most things. I have been saving one Rubbermaid container of clothes that range from 18-22. This includes 2 pairs of 22 slacks I have hanging in my closet. One with tags still on them. I went to put them on last weekend because I was going to take a picture of how they didnt zip up, and then take another picture when they finally do zip. Well guess what...they fit! That was a pleasant surprise.

Then in my shopping quest for something to wear to Thunderbeach, I tried on some 22 shorts at Lane Bryant. They fit!

Some things in Old Navy are actually starting to fit (tops).

It's a good feeling. I havent been a size 20 in about 7 years. And I was only there very briefly. So once I get to a size 18...I wont even know what to do with myself.

What are some other NSV's I would like to see.

These two lovely rolls on my back (one on either side)...they can go.

I would like my fingers to start losing some of their girth.

I still want to be able to see what I am doing when I am shaving my bikini area. Currently I am like Edward Scissorhands down there...just hacking away hoping to get everything. And then I will discover at the beach or somewhere a huge patch I have missed. I am getting closer to this as my stomach gets smaller.

Someday I want to be able to see my clavicle.

Why arent my underwear getting baggy? I think of Sara and her post about saggy panties almost everytime I get dressed. Almost 60 pounds down and still wear the same drawers!

It's a nice reality check, when I start to worry about my current size 10 or 12 pants...that once I was excited and felt blessed to be getting close to a size 20.  It should be noted that while the "losing" phase of any weight loss journey is hard and full of ups and downs, there are so many rewards along the way.  There are so many nonscale victories.  Every 10 pounds lends itself to another potential accomplishment.  Fitting into an airplane seat, getting your groove on (I'm talking about dancing people!) without looking like a wet rat (it should be noted that I still resemble a wet rat after a few minutes on the dance floor), running, fitting into a new size...are all things you get to experience and celebrate as you shrink.  But once you get to the maintenance phase, otherwise known as THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, new victories are few and far between. So appreciate where you are.  Appreciate your improvements. 

But let's check in on that wish list of other NSV's I wanted to see:

These two lovely rolls on my back (one on either side)...they can go. *They are gone.  But every once in awhile, if I am perhaps getting a little plumpier, they can peak out again.

I would like my fingers to start losing some of their girth. *I used to wear a size 10 ring.  I believe my engagement ring is a size 7.5. I don't think they are going to get any smaller.  My appendages were apparently always meant to resemble little Vienna sausages.

I still want to be able to see what I am doing when I am shaving my bikini area. Currently I am like Edward Scissorhands down there...just hacking away hoping to get everything. And then I will discover at the beach or somewhere a huge patch I have missed. I am getting closer to this as my stomach gets smaller. *I can see my cho-cha now.  Although if I want to really make sure I'm getting a level 5 whootanany shave, I have to pull up loose belly skin.  Oh well.  You win some and you lose some. 

Someday I want to be able to see my clavicle. * I remember a post I made the day I discovered my clavicle.  I believe it was in a Walmart dressing room. I believe there were tears. An interesting sidenote, I stumbled upon a picture of me from about 4.5 years ago.  I was the same size as I am now, but my clavicle was really prominent.  Then I realized the difference is that I have built my chest muscles since then.  Turns out, the more chest muscles I have, the less I see that clavicle.  And I am okay with that.

Why arent my underwear getting baggy? I think of Sara and her post about saggy panties almost every time I get dressed. Almost 60 pounds down and still wear the same drawers!*Damn it!  I should have saved a pair of underwear!  Maybe I will go buy a size 9 and see how they fit!