I'm sitting here writing this with a huge, stupid grin on my face.
Why, you might ask?
I'm wearing my skinny jeans.
Well.... not exactly skinny jeans. But an entire size down, thankyouverymuch.
Let me explain why this matters.
Like many out there, I've had a love-hate relationship with my weight for years. In the past ten years, it's mostly been hate. To be honest, it's been mostly loathing, topped with downright hatred. There are a million and one reasons for this pound and that pound coming and sitting down for a chat and staying for dinner and then bringing their friends for a sleepover, but I finally got sick of hearing myself bellyache about it (ha ha -- bellyache. Heh.) and decided to DO SOMETHING.
Basically, it's been slow. Very. Slow. I eat less and work out more. That's it. No magic pill, no magic diet, no magic books. And good heavens, please, no Spanx. (Did you know that Hollywood types will wear TWO PAIRS of those contraptions and then have their stylists sew it all to their bra? And now there's Spanx MATERNITY? No thanks, man.)
ANYWAY. Fast forward to last night. I was frustrated because I've lost 25 pounds since December but no one is seeing it. My friend said it's because it's coming off slowly (which is good, no crash diets) and I realized, after taking off my pants last night without having to unzip them, that I'm wearing the same clothes I wore 25 pounds ago. Even with a belt, who's going to notice?
So today I dared to venture to that region of the closet known as the Wishing Well. The dark recess where women store their Skinny Clothes -- the clothes we promise we ARE going to fit into (we are we are we ARE dangit). And I shut my eyes and reached for those jeans.
And they fit. Without holding my breath. Without hopping around yanking on the zipper. Smooth as silk, there they went. And I'm sitting here cross-legged on a chair comfortable as I can be writing about it.
I don't like to write about my weight much because I WAS thin and taught aerobics and never thought it would come to this, and because weight gain is such a sensitive subject. There are some out there who can be cruel about it. But I think there's a lot of people out there, men and women alike, who need someone to rejoice with them over the milestones, and it doesn't matter if we've met or not. Today, skinny jeans are way, way better than ice cream ever was.