Truth be told, I can zip the damn things (WHOO-RAY) but at this point in time, sitting still presents as a challenge. So they're my standing only, skinny jeans. At least I'm going in the right direction, finally! I'm happy with small accomplishments!
I had a come to Jesus moment when, this time last year, I was in one of my favorite retail stores. I was asking the, extremely polite, sales girl for a larger pant size. I was pushing a 12. For me, this is not a healthy sign. I'm usually a 6. But there I was, crying in size 10 pantaloons realizing their sizing stopped at 14. What was I going to do if I sized out of the store?!?!?!? Qu'elle horror! The sales gal just stood there trying to offer me the next size and a box of tissues. I bet she was thinking, "Quit your cyrin' and get to moving." Maybe I'm projecting, but it was a sad moment for us both.
So with the realization that I was only two sizes away from being extremely limited with my shopping choices and ruling out Spanx and as an appropriate solution, I had to walk the plank with my eyes wide open. It was time for me to pull my head out of the sand and get my pants to a single digit number once again.
April 29th, 2011 might be a sensational memory for the Duchess and Duke (and the rest of England), but for me it was the day I quit.
I watched as this stunning creature emerged from her carriage and I was BLOWN away. Her body was rockin' and she looked radiant in her McQueen gown. Just like every other women watching the circus...er, wedding, I naturally compared myself to her. I busted out my wedding dress and nearly became suicidal when I realized I could not zip it.
So to re-cap I was (rapidly) sizing out of my favorite shop and I couldn't fit in my wedding dress. You may be saying, what's the big deal about the wedding gown...it's not like I would ever wear it again. Right you are, but that's not the point. The writing was so clearly on the wall!!!! I looked pretty darn good on my wedding day (see below) and since having married the man of my dreams, I was letting myself slip into marital bliss. Trouble was, my bliss was otherwise known as FAT! I had become comfortable and threw caution to the wind.
That was last year. This year on Kate and Wills first year anniversary I will be slipping into my dress, zipping it up and breathing with ease! Take that married life! You will not claim yet another (comfy) victim.
|By Hilda Burke|