Yesterday was the much anticipated and more than a little dreaded unmentionable shopping trip. While it is exciting to go shopping having lost so much weight, it is a bit nerve wracking not knowing what size you are.
Not only that, I don't want to purchase a bunch of stuff (not that we have the funds to allow a full on spree, anyway) as I am not planning on being my current size for much longer. Which makes shopping all the more difficult.
My mother went with me (thank goodness for mothers!) and we started at a store where we were pretty sure we could have a good bra fitting. We did tell this sweet young thing that I had just lost a bunch of weight before we even started.
So, we are in the dressing room and the sweet young lady who was helping us pulled out her tape measure and measured for the band. She gave me the number and I just stood there for a moment in shock. "Can you remeasure that?" I asked her. "I think there was a mistake."
She gave me an odd look and remeasured; coming up with the same measurement as the first time. "Are you sure your looking at that tape measure correctly?" I asked. When this poor young lady began to look very insulted, my mother piped up.
"She just lost 50 pounds and is having a hard time understanding the number you are telling her." My mother was all but laughing hysterically. Apparently, my shock and confusion was really funny. I'm sure it was, I was just too confused to realize what was going on!
This young woman suddenly became animated and her voice approached sonic tones. "Really! Congratulations! Wow! That's wonderful! What size were you before." When I informed her that the number she just gave me was a full six (6) inches smaller than the bra that I had walked into the store in! She laughed and forgave me for doubting her.
After the bra fiasco, I decided to try on a pair of slacks (glutton for punishment?). I put on a pair of slacks that was a full 4 sizes down from what I had on. No wonder everything is falling off!
As much as I hate unmentionable shopping, it turned out to be a very motivational day. I know I've lost weight, the signs are all there, my body looks slimmer, the scales is moving steadily downward every week, and my clothes are literally falling off!
But there is just something about putting on clothing that is 4 sizes smaller than the last pair you purchased that drives the point home in a very real way.
If anyone had noticed, my motivation was beginning to wain last week. But ever since weigh in on Sunday, I have been the most motivated girl in the world.
Another 50 pounds you say? BRING IT ON!!!
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