I'm hoping that I'm not done with the weight loss yet, as I definitely need to lose another 15 (or more) pounds. But, I also am fearing for some reason that I'm at my standstill weight*. This is all just a guess, considering I don't have breastfeeding going for me anymore. We'll have to see.
But it's causing me some issues when trying to shop for a few pieces for my summer wardrobe, too.
See, we're going on vacation in May and then again in June to the beach. I need to have some appropriate bathing suits, shorts, cropped pants, etc. Shirts? Tanks? I got all that covered. I'm a top-hoarder. But bottoms? Not so much.
Normally I'd be fine with just wearing stuff from the previous summers. Heck, it's not like I need to impress the other moms at the playground.
The problem is, nothing fits. It's all too big. I know, it's a good problem to have. I try to remind myself of that. But, shorts, capris, and other summery items hanging off my tush? Or falling off my waist? Isn't going to work. Even my things from summers previous to last? Nope. I weigh even less now than I did on my wedding day nearly 4 years ago. [Trust me, I tried on my wedding dress last week just to confirm. The thing had so much room around my chest & back, I could have snuck a little person in there. fo' real.]
I'm in weight limbo. I kind of hate that. Yesterday, I went out with birthday money in hand. I took shorts two sizes smaller than I wore last summer (post-baby mind you) in the dressing room, and they didn't fit. Too tight. Majorly. Granted, at least I could button them, but still? They weren't working for me.
I absolutely, 100% refuse to buy shorts in only one size smaller than what I wore last year. Last summer? I was probably about 35lbs heavier. How can that be? It makes no sense to my brain.
Shouldn't I look like a hot model by now? I kid.
So, I leave store after store empty handed. Slightly disappointed, too.
Maybe it's because I'm stubborn. Maybe. But, I just can't bring myself to still buy these fat sizes.
Which leaves me where I'm at now.
In a tank top and long jeans on an 85 degree day like yesterday. Which is fine. I can rock that. Or maxi dresses. But, dang it. I hate being in limbo. Not knowing if I'll drop some more weight, or if I'm stuck here. If I'll splurge on some clothes, only to have them not fit again in a few weeks.
And I realize this is a completely shallow, woe-is-me
but not really post.
But, at least I'll leave you with a picture. 'Cuz pictures are always fun.
The quick breakdown is this:
I've lost 27lbs. So, I'll show you those pictures. I know, 27lbs? Couldn't I have picked a more rounder number? I'm weird like that. Whatever. If you want to see how fat I was when I started, you can see them here. I refuse to re-post those yuckity-yuck pictures again. That is, until I've lost an amazing 40lbs or something, and Weight Watchers needs some dramatic before & afters and want to pay me billions to advertise for them. But I digress.
So, I'm officially 20lbs under my pre-pregnancy weight. Since starting Weight Watchers the first week in January, I've lost 27lbs on the program (but still had 7'ish lbs of pregnancy flub to lose). Got it? Good.
So here I am today. Actually, yesterday.
Getting healthier everyday, right?
Anyway. I can't wait to be out of weight-limbo and just to a place of maintaining a healthy one. Honestly. Cannot.wait. Unfortunately (or fortunately), it still requires some more hard work to get there.
Can anyone relate to that? Anyone...?
[*Just to clarify, I've yet to run into a plateau and have had consistent weight loss since the beginning. It's only been a recent fleeting thought that I may be running into that.]