I'm learning to cope. Not accept, not excuse but cope.
Since moving to California, I had somehow "acquired" 55lbs. Never in my life did I ever think I would let that happen.
But I did. It's here. And it's lookin' like it doesn't want to "go gently into that dark night".
In other words, it's not coming off easily.
That makes for a few issues trying to be comfortable. Oh, I can still wear my clothes. The one advantage to being tall, is there just so many places for fat to go. But everything is tight. I don't like that. I believe that clothes should be effortless. No mess, no fuss. Pick the outfit out, put it on and forget it.
So I had to go shopping. I bought a couple of big girl pants. Then this weekend I bought a dress, a couple of skirts, shirts and a few jackets.
I will now be a very well dressed and stylish slightly overweight lady.
But - I do feel better. I look better. I'm not fiddling all day, I'm not uncomfortable at all. I can focus on my day rather than my clothes.
Now, please know everything I bought was either on sale (deep discount) so it's easily parted with or can be taken in beautifully.
I always have a plan.
So now that I'm comfortable and able to focus, I'm back on my weight watchers. I have arranged for the time to start working out again, and I'm cautiously optimistic that this may all work.
Meanwhile I'm comfortable. And I am not obsessed with how fat I look. In fact, I rarely think of it. I'm feisty and focused.
Right now, 55 is just a number on a sign on the side of the road.
And a goal. Cause you see......I can't do 55.