My weight this week has been all over the place–all. over. the. place. Three pounds up from my last weigh-in one day, and one pound down from my last weigh-in the next. Then two pounds up the next day, etc. And I’m actually okay with that. In the last two weeks, I stopped taking one form of new birth control due to an allergy to it, and after my rash from that cleared up, I started taking a second form. My body is going, “What?? What?!” hormonally, and I don’t blame it. My emotions have been doing something similar.
For my weigh-in, I am going to count this morning’s weight now that (I think) my body is starting to be okay with the new hormonal settings. So if I count that, I’m down half a pound–177 even. I’ll take it.
I had a big, expensive NSV this week. It finally got cold enough in Georgia for me to need my sweaters. I got down my box of winter clothes—mostly XLs—and . . . everything in it was too big for me. Swallowed me. Would not work. I gave some away and threw some (stained, or ratty) ones away, and that left me needing to buy more. (Actually, first, it left me rather cold on the morning that all this occurred; then it left me needing to buy more clothes.) I wear medium tops now–size 10-12. The sensible part of me knew I should hit the thrift stores to see what I could find, but I didn’t do that. I couldn’t help celebrating a bit. I didn’t go crazy, but I bought several tops from L.L. Bean and Lands’ End . . . and one from the Banana Republic outlet. I justified it by saying a) this is a celebration, b) I am getting high-quality tops that are now a bit snug, so they will see me through a while, c) these are tops that will still serve someone else well when I am done with them, and d) I can afford the new tops. All of that is true, so I’m just going to run with those emotions. Honestly, I should still hit the thrift stores to look for a couple of button-down shirts to go with my new sweaters (and to wear on the days it inevitably creeps back into the high 60s in Georgia in winter).
Bonus: I got to give some of my now-too-large clothes to my friend Les, who is also losing weight and had hit a threshold for needing new clothes, too.