I realized, upon looking into my closet, that I was down to one pair of work dress pants and one pair of jeans that actually fit me. Anything else that was in my closet, in the category of pants, no longer stayed on me, even when buttoned. However, it was after my pants literally FELL off at work (luckily this was in my office and no one saw), I realized, it was a necessity to get more.
I bribed The Boy that if he let me look for and try on clothes, I would buy him something. I was still rushed by his moaning and groaning but he got a nice looking watch out of the trip.
Anyway, I was still unsure as to which size I truly am. So, I grabbed the size 14 dress pants (Apt 9 brand). After trying them on, I realize, yes, they are loose but aren’t falling off. Yet, I’ll be spending more money on more pants because these fit me just right now, but will be falling off in a month. I decided on getting the 12’s. They fit, a little snug, but they fit.
I haven’t been a size 12 since BEFORE I was pregnant and that was 10 years ago! What shocks me is that the numbers on the scale still haven’t dropped into the 100’s. That just means inches are being lost more than pounds but I couldn’t care less about it. It’s nice to be in a size 12 again.
Lastly, do I get to share this accomplishment with anyone outside of this blog? Well no, because my mother puts down the fact I’m losing weight and says I’m lazy because I’ve used the appetite suppresants and is now, actively, pressuring my younger sister (her favorite and “easy” daughter) to lose weight as she tells her, and I quote, that I “can’t look better” than her.
Isn’t that just lovely? *sigh* And out of respect, I don’t tell my sister about the actual pounds lost (unless she asks) because I don’t want to make her feel bad, especially if our mother pressures her to look better than me, like we are rival competitive enemies. The woman just wants to see me fail at everything. It’s actually quite disgusting.