I’m smaller!
I have given up weighing myself. It’s too distracting and frustrating. One month, I’ll lose 13 or so pounds, and the next, I’ll lose nothing, and so it goes. So, I’m measuring my shrinking by how my clothes fit and nothing else.
I am very happy to say that I went shopping out of town last weekend and came home with a sexy new grey coat that is a size 14. That’s incredible for me. I was a size 14 six years ago. My waist and hips are not a typical size 14, but they’re getting there. I’m in size 18 pants (I have the booty, which I really don’t mind). If I would just dedicate myself to working out, I know I’d slim down much more quickly. That’s something I’ve been strongly considering, but winter in Minnesota makes me want to crawl into sleeping bags in my free time, not sweat.
So, the coat fits like a dream. Eventually I’ll be wearing small pants, too.
Yay!
