I have a lot of shoes and bags. Trousers, not so much. I mean, I do have some, of course, but they used to be tight, because I refused to buy anything above size 14, since that would mean I would have to go to another department (I think it’s called Women’s), which in hindsight I should have. So I naturally gravitated towards skirts. They are so much more forgiving. But since last week, my trousers are actually loose. That warrants an in-between shopping spree.
At the end of all this, hopefully, I’ll be able to fit into my pre-weight gain trousers. All my clothes from before I got fat are safely stored in the back of my closet (which, by the way, doesn’t include my skinny jeans—those are stored in a box on top of the closet). I am not really the ambitious type when it comes to my figure. So I set out to buy a pair of jeans . And, even better, a new belt.
Anyone who ever has fought weight and a belly knows a belt is worse than a scale. No cheatin’, no shifting weight from one foot to another will help. If it doesn’t close, you have to move up to the next notch. And eventually to your husband’s belt (thank goodness he never missed it). Twenty-two pounds ago, I was even reaching the end of that rope. At the time, I naturally blamed it on the jeans’ low cut, but now it is loose! (I guess it might not have been the cut of the jeans after all.)
So for the first time in years, I bought a regular large women’s fashion belt. Well, since it was such an exiting moment, I bought two. And was very happy. Because I was happy, I also decided to splurge on a new pair of shoes (can’t hurt, just in case the belt thing doesn’t last). I got myself these lovely disco princess shoes, because that’s exactly how I feel in size 13 jeans with a large women’s belt.
Sick
I was doing fabulously, and now I am sick again. I lost my voice, sneeze, sniffle, the works. I am sitting at home feeling sorry for myself. This is when I wanted to work out, be healthy, walk across the bridge on my way to work, and all I do instead is sit on my sofa and eat and drink hot teas. Have you ever been sick on a 1600 calories a day diet? It doesn’t work. When I am sick I lay in bed, I read a book, watch TV, and eat regularly in order to feel better, of course normally cookies, snacks and so on. And that’s a problem. Not only do I eat more than usual (though good stuff), I have discovered that almost all throat drops and cold teas seemed to list sugar as ingredient number one. (I am even suspicious of Theraflu, which tastes way too good.) Plus I don’t work out, and I sprinkle a bit of comfort food into my diet, such as a piece of dark chocolate here and an additional caramel rice crisp there (I am sick, for heaven’s sake. A girl needs a break once in a while!)
Result: A 2.5 lb weight gain. I am really upset. I think I can even physically feel how the fat is congregating again in my middle section. I just was getting into a winning streak, and this stupid cold trips me up. I really, really wanted to reach 185 pounds by week 12, but I guess that’s out now. And that certainly doesn’t help to make me feel any better.
Feel Great Weight Stats
Original weight: 210
Weight at week’s end: 191.5
Weight gain this week: 2.5 lbs
Total weight loss: 18.5 lbs
By Vanessa Trost
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