Ah, where to begin? Go get that glass of water, Biki.
Today I weighed in at 214.5. Almost to the 50# club (I've been rounding all this time - positive thinking, you know - but I haven't technically lost 50# yet unless you count my pregnancy weight). And about 6pm tonight the thoughts of cheating popped into my head. It really does seem as though I am reluctant to reach my goal for some reason.
I was able to avoid the obvious temptations. But my L&G was too much L and no G. I had 2 chicken thighs (I think they were thighs - my sister cooked them, and I don't know what was in the marinade either) that I shared with the baby, and then some mozzarella cheese that I didn't measure - I'm guessing no more than a half a cup but that's really a wild guess. I was going to just go to bed without eating anything else, but I was supposed to have one more supplement.
Well, I took a shower (at night - my new favorite thing, especially as hot as it's been lately - funny, only a couple of weeks ago I loved them because they warmed me up, now they cool me down) and weighed in at 214.7. At the end of the day. Which of course has my little brain thinking "oh wow, I usually lose 2 pounds overnight, so that would be 212.7, I'm going to bed right now!!!" But instead I came downstairs and I dutifully had a shake, because after all I needed one more meal today. And whatever that number was tonight and will be tomorrow, I will not help things in the long run by skipping meals. Numbers are pretty much a fluke, a general guideline, certainly not an exact science. So I was not compliant today, but I didn't have any Goldfish or cookies or popsicles or anything else truly off-plan.
I did go shopping this week - a lot - today and the two days before today. I am confused by sizes. Before I was a 2x. Now I am an XL. Is this the same as a 1x? Am I to believe that 50 pounds has brought me down only one size? And I bought a pair of size 16 capris and I can almost squeeze into them - I'm thinking by onederland they'll fit. So how can I have gone from a 24 pant to practically a 16, but only from a 2x to an XL? Makes no sense to me.
Then there's the bra thing. I am now apparently a D cup. My boobs grew? Are you kidding me? I bought 3 new bras last night in a 40C - the biggest I ever bought was a 44C, and I had to go up to the C after gaining weight - I used to be a B. Well they all fastened, but the cups were digging into my breasts. So I took them back and today bought one bra in a 38D - fits like a charm. Makes no sense to me, either. Especially since my current 44Cs are getting a little baggy in the cup, so you would think my breasts are shrinking. I think after all is said and done I should find a place that does bra fittings. This is just silly.
And underwear. The biggest I ever bought was an 11 - but that really hurt to have to do that. I don't even know what size my underwear are now - but the ones I bought tonight to match the bra are 8s and they fit. The odd thing is, I only ever remember buying 8s, ever. Maybe a 7 at my smallest.
I'm beginning to think that I was either a) squeezing into undergarments way too small for me at my highest weight, or b) purchasing things way too big for me at my lowest weight. Apparently I have no clue how to buy anything that fits - which makes me question my judgement on every blessed thing I wear. And we've already established that what I see in the mirror is not what's really there - I do not even want to think about what I disaster I must look like when I leave the house some days.
Little NSV today - this business that I started, back in October - well, I haven't seen the woman who recruited me since I think around Christmas. I ran into her in the local Walmart today and she said I looked great. So I like to imagine that seeing me last at my highest weight, and then tonight at almost 50# lighter, was a big change. It gets hard to tell on your own, you know? You start looking the same to yourself every day.
Oh, almost forgot another NSV. There's this - I don't know - camisole? Babydoll? I don't know the word - it's just a nightshirt with spaghetti straps, like a little dress. Well, it was the only thing I had left at my highest weight that "fit" me and could be termed "sexy." At the time, I had to lower the straps all the way just to get it to cover my rear. Tonight I'm wearing it with the straps shortened as far as they'll go, and it STILL falls farther down my legs than it used to.
I'm trying to focus on all these things tonight to remind myself that this is truly what I want to do, where I want to go. I almost wish I could feel what I felt back in December - I can look at those pictures in the studio, and already it doesn't seem like me. I can't relate to that person as much as I used to. And I'm getting this feeling of invincibility, sort of, that I can eat whatever and still lose weight. I don't know where that comes from. And I know intellectually that it's not true. I also know, deep down in my heart of hearts, that I am going to reach goal. I have worked too hard, learned too much, struggled too long to just give up and gain everything back. I just need to police myself, remind myself of my goals.
Well, I'm sorry to anyone who read all this - I know it was mostly babbling. But I've had my shake and my diet soda and typed all the events of my day, so I'm going to go to bed now I think. There's work to do in the kitchen but it's right under the baby's room, so if I make too much noise I might wake her up. Better to wait till morning. Yeah, that's the ticket.