I’ve had a bit of a setback on the weight front but I’m working on it…
Given that I hadn’t lost much weight in the last 4 weeks, I purposely went off plan, gained a 1.2 kg in two days, hoping for a tried and tested whoosh on getting back to plan, but after being on plan 100% on Monday, I lost absolutely nothing yesterday.
Nada. Huge panic.
Today has been more like the whoosh as I lost 0.7 kg with only 0.4 kg of that weight gain remaining which I am hoping will go, plus more, in the next few days. Fingers crossed my gamble pays off.
I think one of the medication I have been on has been causing the weight loss stagnation and I am working on getting the medical support I need to help me through this tough period, without compromising too much on the huge boost I get from losing weight.
But this is a happy post…
OK, I appreciate that no matter how fat you are, you can buy big enough jeans to fit you and kudos to those women for rocking out their jeans but I’ve always had a mental block about buying huge jeans especially as I am blessed with fat thighs. I have tended to buy size 16 or 18 jeans or below. If these tree trunk thighs won’t fit, then no jeans for me.
Last night, I decided to try two jeans which have always represented a slimmer me…
I had felt so sexy just before my wedding when I had lost a bunch of weight and finally fitted into one pair. And the other, I started wearing after losing 5 stones in 2010.
The last time I tried those two jeans on 30th March this year, they both didn’t even get above my knee.
And yesterday, there I was, both jeans fitted.
I cannot begin to express the joy I felt looking at myself in the mirror. OK not in a narcissistic way…
My life is in transition and there will always be sad thoughts because of course wearing those jeans reminded me of my wedding period. They also reminded me of holidays with my husband, where I would go away wearing one of those jeans and litter my diet journal with words like “The Joy of Jeans” to remind me of the joy I had wearing those jeans in the airplane and to encourage me not to overeat on holiday, so as to travel back with the jeans still fitting nicely.
But whatever sad thoughts may cloud happy times, yesterday, the joy of jeans won the day.
I am once again that girl that can fit into jeans I’d barely won in more years than I care to remember.
I still have a loooong way to go and I’m not resting on my laurels. One day, these two sexy jeans will be my fat jeans. Now that’s a happy thought.