When it comes to Christmas my grandparents go hard in the paint. It’s hands down their favorite day of the whole year. They turn their basement into a winter wonderland, make an enormous feast, and spoil all of their children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and assortment of in-laws with gifts.
Here I am with a stack last year, so you know what I’m talking about.
They really enjoy buying us clothes, so every year since I was like twelve they have taken me out shopping to choose my presents. My winter wardrobe is dependent on their generosity, and the shopping trips with my grandparents are one of my favorite Christmas traditions.
My mom and I posing with some shopping bags
This year, I was especially looking forward to the trip because I have lost 27 pounds (just three away from my goal weight). Don’t get me wrong, I am PUMPED about my weight loss, and I have been working really hard to get to where I am BUT it is a freaking pain that none of my clothes fit.
I made one of these silly before/ after shots. It was kind of hard to come up with a good before picture because #1 I’m kind of photogenic. I am basically a master at sucking it in. #2 I can be VERY persuasive when it comes to disposing of unflattering pictures (read: I will pitch a total FIT). But just look at my face and my boobs. It’s pretty obvious that I am much slimmer than I was this summer.
Now I just have to wait a month to get my new clothes to go with my new body!
Remember how last week I was all, “oh my goodness, I splurged so much this weekend. I feel like a manatee.”? Well, that’s a joke because I actually lost two pounds.
Really, I should say two more pounds. From graduation day to today I have lost eighteen pounds. My weight tends to fluctuate quite a bit, so I didn’t want to mention it on the blog and jinx myself.
But at this point I feel silly not talking about it. A lot of my clothes are too big and other people are starting to notice. I can feel a big difference.
So the question is what am I doing? To be honest with you, I’m not entirely sure. I’ve always been active and eaten pretty healthy. I think that not working late nights, and not working in the food industry has made a difference in my portion sizes. I naturally feel fuller faster. Also, right now I am insanely busy, and incredibly satisfied with where I’m at in my life. As someone who has been an emotional eater for as long as I can remember the fact that I am so happy right now has probably made all of the difference in the world.
I realize that’s not exactly useful information. People can’t just decide to go out and get happy, and then drop eighteen pounds, but I don’t know what else to tell you. Hopefully, I’ll continue along this route, and be able to keep you posted while changes happen.
Yes, it is a Friday night and I’m at home with my blog. I’m too school for cool; you don’t have to tell me. I’m sure that my tendency to spend weekends in my sweats rather than heels has nothing to do with why I spent Valentine’s Day alone.
I actually intended to be fast asleep by now, but whatever. I spent the better part of my evening stressing out about whether I should have a glass of wine tonight or not. I cracked, bought some cheap wine, and was feeling guilty. Just to exacerbate my irritation with myself for having no sense of discipline I looked up the calorie count online
Oh 122 whopping calories, definitely worth hours of self loathing- NOT!