I have a collection of clothes from size 4 (once, a Talbots size 4 fit me – the summer just before I got married) to 26. My “real” size for about the past 18 months has been a 16. When I began to diet I made it into a size 14 – I used a gift card from Christmas to go get 2 pairs of good fitting jeans in size 14 and thought those would hold me for a while…
Then yesterday I got dressed for church and kept having to grab at my waistband and pull my pants up. My irritated husband said: “Go put on a belt! You’re bugging me!” And I said: “well, these are my “tight” new jeans, I shouldn’t need a belt!” (Yes, we wear jeans to church, it makes it easier for me to crawl on the floor with the kids in the nursery)
This got me thinking.. I have a whole tub of size 12 pants I saved aside. Size 12 is what I wore at my “skinniest” between baby #1 and baby #2 – size 8 is what I was before baby #1.
So, I crawled into the crawl space, pulled out the tub.. and the moment of truth… tried on the first two pairs of pants from the tub. THEY FIT!! I’m a 12 again!!!
So, today I sit proudly in my size 12 khaki pants at work. This is the best motivation I’ve had in weeks. I looked at the tub of size 8s in the crawl space and told myself: Keep at it. Maybe by the time it’s spring or summer season I can pull out some of those size 8s.