The Smell of New Clothes
I am at the point where I am in between sizes now. My old size is getting a tad loose. The next size down is still a tad tight. At a total loss of 26 pounds since I started at the gym, I am slowly starting to feel the difference in how my clothing fits.
Should I wear clothes that are baggy? Some of my pants need a belt to keep them from falling off me.
Here is the problem. Some stores have clothes in my (new) size that fit just right!! I am soooo excited.
Other stores have clothes in my (new) size that I need to lose 20 pounds in order to fit into.
So, I am in the no man’s land of a 20/22.
I guess that’s ok for those stores that label their clothes 20/22. In this case, I have not changed sizes. But some stores size their clothing 18/20 and 22/24. Now I have to choose.
I have been opting for the smaller size. Hoping that I will continue my downhill trend on the scale and the smaller size will get more and more comfortable.
I like the smell of new clothes. I guess it is the equivalent of the new car smell that guys go all crazy for. I love the fresh from the store feel of new clothes. The crisp newness that leaves as soon as it is worn never comes back. There is something about a new shirt/pants/skirt that is so exciting, especially if it is a smaller size.
I treated myself to a few new goodies in my "new size" to encourage me to stay on track!!
I can hardly wait until all of my old size is too big for me.
I changed up my work out at my trainer’s suggestion. She wants me to do at least 20 minutes on the stair master.
I worked up a compromise. 45 minutes on the Cybex Eliptical Trainer and 15 minutes on the Stair master. The 15 minutes in the Stair master kill me. I climb slowly, but I sweat puddles. So much so, that I half expect there to be miniature figures of a man with a long white beard building a wooden ship and animals lined up two by two.
It kills me!
This week’s weigh in is a standstill. No loss, no gain, despite my extra sweat.