Hi all! So it’s been a bit cricket-y around here but I assure you it’s only due to my laziness about blogging, not for lack of things happening. The last meaty post I made was that live-blog of my cereal binge. That turned out to be two days of a deep, dark place, but I got back on track easting-wise pretty swiftly after that. The mood stuff took some more work, and I chose to consult my counselor about it. But I seemed to have beat back that funk for the time being. It’s great now just KNOWING that these dark days will come, but they will pass; and that I have the wherewithal to get back to a healthy space.
I wanted to report on a pivotal NSV (non-scale victory) I had just this past weekend. My progress photos for my End of Phase 1 (stay tuned!) were going to be taken on Monday, and I’m basically swimming in all my old workout attire – especially the shirts. I wanted to pick up a couple new tees that would be slightly snug on me in order for the photos to really show the effect of my weight loss. Most of my v-neck tees come from Lane Bryant, so I thought I’d stop in for a few shirts over the weekend.
A little background: I hate clothes shopping. Since I can remember it’s always been a bad experience. The last time I stopped into this particular shop I cried in the dressing room because, at a size 26, I wasn’t able to find anything that fit me right. Talk about a dark place! But I’ve lost a lot of weight so far, and almost none of my clothes fit, so I have to tackle this monster at some point, right?
Back to this weekend, as I strolled into the Lane Bryant I wandered around, scouting for effective tees. Alas, their early spring inventory wasn’t superb, but my eyes wandered and I found myself looking at a skirt/blazer pair-up. A SKIRT. AND BLAZER. Let’s go back into my background again, m’kay? I DON’T WEAR SKIRTS. Or dresses. I’ve always been a tomboy. T-shirts and jeans, skater shorts and old flannels. That was my style in high school. Now I stick to slacks and turtlenecks at work, pretty much. There’s part of me that wants to feel what it would be like to be a girly-girl, but I just feel like I missed that boat.
But for some reason, that skirt and blazer called to me. I grabbed a size 20 in the skirt and a size 18 in the blazer, along with some striped tees (in both 18/20 and 14/16 ‘cuz I was feeling trim) and a cardigan, and requested a dressing room.
You guys… this dressing room experience was… an absolute landmark turning point for me. A breakthrough! I tried out the skirt. The size 20 fell off. Way too big. So I went out and grabbed the 18. Hmmm. Fit better, but I still wasn’t sure. I decided to wander back out in the whole getup (skirt, blazer, and blouse) to find one of the shop attendants to ask for her opinion – ANY opinion that wasn’t my own, which I felt to be too inexperienced. I found the girl who helped setup the room and gingerly mentioned that I didn’t have ANY experience wearing skirts and asked, “Does this fit me right?”
She asked what size and said I could probably do the size 16 better. And then she asked about the blazer size. When I answered 18 she responded that I should try both the skirt and the blazer in a size 16. SIZE 16?!? WHAAAA???? I headed back to the dressing room while MY NEW BEST FRIEND went scouting for the smaller sizes. I redressed and made my way back out – slightly less embarrassed than I was last time. I asked, “What do you think – can I pull this off?” and got nods from all the shop girls. “Welcome to the world of mainstream clothing sizes!”, one of them cheered. From that outfit, it was ON.
Every time I tried on a new outfit, I had to snap a cellphone shot to send to my poor boyfriend. And he’s never seen me in a skirt, so I figured that alone was worth bugging him with a constant text stream of his (and everyone’s) favorite film trope: a dressing room montage! I had a serious Romy White moment, thinking: I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW CUTE I LOOK!
My new BFF also offered to get me into a properly-sized bra. I’ve been wearing a size 46DD and it just wasn’t doing anything for me. She brought me in a size 40F and WOW the difference! I wasn’t used to being so “up-and-out-there”, but I immediately felt better about myself. And I was truly shocked at the reality that I fit into a size 16 pant. I started at a size 26, and now I’m able to fit (okay, just barely) into a frickin’ size 16! And I’m now in the smallest shirt size on offer at Lane Bryant, a 14/16. Next stop, Forever 21? I kid. I’d never set foot in there.
While I don’t have any use for that blazer/skirt outfit, I couldn’t walk away from it. I asked my boyfriend to promise that we’d go out somewhere nice so I could actually make use of the pieces. So now that girl who hates clothes shopping is now one who LOVES IT AND WISHES SHE HAD MORE MONEY! Lol!
So what about you? What’s the latest non-scale victory you’ve achieved? Share yours!