|my American Eage size 10 (2002) goal jeans|
|BTW, I keep this ticker at the bottom of my blog|
I was down 2.2 pounds last week. CRAZY, I know! I'm back down to 146.4, so I'm only 1.4 pounds away from being back to the weight I was in the latest progress pictures, and only 6.4 pounds away from my current goal weight. The only "problem" with my losing this quickly is that I really don't want to lose muscle, I want to lose FAT only. So I'm thinking about changing my MFP settings to lose .5 a week, since they are currently set to lose 1 pound per week, and I've lost more than 2 pounds a week 2 weeks in a row... I know, such a "problem".
Anway, back to the point of this post: My goal jeans.
After my awesome weigh-in on Sunday, I thought to myself "Surely I almost fit into my goal jeans now!" so I took them off the wall and tried them on. They. Would. Not. Go. Past. My. Thighs.
6.4 more pounds will not be enough to get them to fit. If there was some miracle way to ensure that all the pounds that I lose from here on out would come straight off of my upper thighs, butt, hips, and lower abdomen, then I would just adjust my goal weight back down to 135. HOWEVER, my face, shoulders, neck, and breasts do not want to lose any more weight. Seriously, all of those body parts are done losing weight, they are perfection, they are happy. And somehow, they are what keep on shrinking.
Therefore, I've made the decision to get rid of the goal jeans. Once I get down to my goal weight, I will buy some new goal jeans, ones that fit my body perfectly.
And yes, there was a point in my life that these jeans fit perfectly. But... I had an eating disorder and I was 20 years old. Eating and exercising in moderation, as well as aging 6.5 years, are both big factors in what my body has become. It's more pear-shaped than it was back then. I have more lumps (lovely lady lumps, mind you) and bumps that are shrinking, but not disappearing.
Learning body love and body acceptance has been a huge part of this journey for me. I love my body, and am even learning to love the parts that all women have been trained to hate (cellulite, stretch marks, extra skin, etc).
I'm going to put another swimsuit shot (recycled, you've seen it before) up here, just to prove again that yes, I may still be curvy and lumpy, but I'm happy with my body, and you should be happy with yours, too.