I bought a pair of jeans today for the first time in ages. This is significant because I've lost many pounds since I last bought pants. I used to wear 38".
So I tried 34" and they fit. Wow. They were a little tighter than I'm comfortable with (I wasn't looking for rock star jeans ;)), so I decided to buy 36" instead. Still, this was a very real moment of accomplishment for me.
Now when I look at photos of me a year ago, I honestly am a little uncomfortable with those photos. All at once I'm horrified that I was overweight, even if it wasn't that bad, and at the same time, having that moment in the fitting room, really pleased with myself.
It's a strange feeling to have when it's not as a self-defense mechanism to compensate for some feeling of insecurity. Doesn't that suck? That we can't feel an honest to goodness positive feeling about ourselves unless it's in response to some amazing achievement or to balance out some negative feeling?
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