Day 7 of the 10-day “my life is good” challenge, one day late! I am to post a picture that brings me joy. I’m not supposed to provide an explanation but I will anyway because how else will you know why it brings me joy?
One Halloween a few years ago I dressed up as The Cat In The Hat. I had the best Halloween ever that year. I still have the hat.
The stats:
I never took my measurements before surgery, so I can’t tell you how many inches I’ve lost anywhere. Next time my husband and I are in the same room with a tape measure, we’ll remedy that situation and have inches to report in the future.
What I can tell you is most of my weight loss has been belly fat, so several pairs of pants now fit that previously I couldn’t even button. Some of them I haven’t worn in three or more years. More clothes await me in the upstairs closet. Drop another 10 or 15 pounds, and I’m in.
What’s funny about that is every single item of clothing that I can now wear, including virtually everything I’ve been wearing for the last year or so, is labeled size 16. And so are the clothes in the upstairs closet that I can’t wear yet. Okay, there are a couple of 16W labels in the mix, but come on. How can I have gained 40ish lbs. since moving to Atlanta over four years ago and STILL wear a size 16? Vanity size inflation by the clothing manufacturers, that’s how.
Here’s another odd thing. I don’t seem to have lost any in breast size, which is totally unexpected. Ordinarily, when women lose weight, the boobs go too. But my bra cups still fit just like before, although the bands are less tight. That probably won’t last long. We’ll see how it goes.
Avanta Knits 