gymcoach79's Journal

The positive reinforcement keeps coming...
Jul 22 2009 07:43

As if I wasn't excited enough that I accomplished my personal goal of 1.5lbs last week.....as if I wasn't happy getting back on track and watching my food and returning to my exercise.....

I went shopping last night.

Let me back up and tell you about the last time I went shopping for some jeans.  This was the end of December.  I was still in my maternity jeans, as I had been for the last almost 4 years (my oldest is 3, my youngest is 1, so once I got into those maternity jeans, I never got back out...those of you that have read previous journal entries know my jean and pant size struggles). Anyway, after I had my youngest, I waited 6 months and then decided that I should fit back into regular jeans. Read that, SHOULD. Like your body just magically snaps back because thats where it was before, without any effort or anything.  Optimistic that I just needed a pair to fit between my maternity jeans and my pre-pregnancy jeans that were 14's and 16's (actually all 16s, I just had 1 pair of 14s for really skinny days), I decided I would just go to Goodwill and find some 18's. When those didn't fit, I sadly grabbed a 20.  When those didn't fit, I couldn't bring myself to actually trying on a 22, mostly because I was sure those probably weren't going to fit either. This is what brought me to CC in the first place....I needed jeans.

I was so happy the first time I got back into some jeans that had a button and a zipper.  They were an 18, but I didn't care at that point.  Soon enough I had finally fit into my 16s again.  Lately I haven't liked the way they fit and I the one pair of 14s I had for my "skinny" days weren't fitting right either.  Mind you, I haven't bought jeans in literally 5 years atleast, so I figure last night I would go buy 1 new pair. I just needed a pair of jeans that fit my "new" body...you know, the one after having 2 babies and resettles a little differently for life.

Nervously I walked up to the giant jean wall and contemplated what size to grab.  I first reached for the 14 Mediums and held them up.  Realizing it wasn't quite reaching hip bone to hip bone, I somewhat dejectedly grabbed a 16 Medium to take to the fitting room too. I was really hoping I had got back to my skinny jeans, but wasn't too surprised.

So I go into the fitting room and pop on the 16s.  Not bad, I thought, but lets put on the 14's to see how close I am.  I thought I had enough room in the 16s that the 14s had a shot and, if it was close, I was going to get them and hang them in front of the treadmill.  Amazingly, those fit!  I ran out of the room and showed my mom, who I was shopping with, without telling her the size at first.  We both thought that maybe they were a little long, so I went back to the giant jean wall to look for a 14 Short.  Unfortunately they didn't have anything in that size, but it was okay with me!  Without my mom noticing, I grabbed a 12 Medium and ran back into the dressing room.  I just wanted to get them on.  I would lay on my back, wiggle like a worm and suck in as far as I could to just see if I could pull the zipper up a little bit.....

No joke guys.....they fit. I walked out of the fitting room to show my mom and she says "Yeah, the 14 Short look much better."  I asked if she was sure they didn't look too tight or ridiculous and she says "No, those look just right for you. Aren't you glad I told you to go back and grab the Short?"  Then I told her they were a 12 Medium. She made me show her the tag for proof. We were so excited she told me to go back and grab a second pair, her treat that she would buy both pairs for me.

The thought of trying on the 10 briefly crossed my mind, but at this point I was already so excited and on cloud 9, I wasn't going to do anything that would take that feeling away.  I'll go back some other day to try the 10s and see if I can pull them up my legs, but for today, I'm a 12......wow.