The word “resolutions” has fallen out of fashion, so I’m going with intentions. I only have one, actually, for this year. I realized I only have 3 more dress sizes to–once and for all– escape the tyranny of FAT SIZES. You know, plus sizes.
In addition to my primary goal of being able to ride horses again, wearing normal-sized clothing is a goal worth working toward. I haven’t worn regular sizes in over 25 years… that feels shocking to write, but it’s true. Even my wedding dress was a size 22, and that was before my 25-year old son was born. In fact, my son has never seen me thin in his whole life. Again, a shocking realization, but true.
When I was younger, I worked in fashion retail for a while. I loved it. And when I graduated college and went into the workforce, I invested heavily in my wardrobe and accessories. Fashion has an empowering effect on women.
Knowing that the possibility of wearing normal sized clothing again is within reach is also empowering.
According to this story I found on the web, each dress size is about 10-15 pounds. So, I have somewhere between 30 and 45 more pounds to go before I can wear regular clothes. That seems tough, but if I keep at this, and pick up my exercise in the spring (riding horses too!), I should be able to get there in 2022.
Happy New Year all!
I would love to hear what you’re working on this year.
If you can’t tell, I’m pretty serious about getting to my goal weight. I’m over a third of the way there, so my clothes are not fitting right. I’ve retired a lot of my “fat clothes.” However, I don’t want to buy retail clothes because I want to keep going. What’s the sense in buying new clothes that I will not fit in at some point in the future?
To that end, I’ve been picking up things in thrift stores. It’s sort of fun. I’ve found some designer clothes in sizes that fit, and feel great when I don’t spend a lot of money. But, I’m leaving tomorrow to see my daughter and grandkids and felt like I should at least have a pair of jeans that fit, so I went to Macy’s tonight.
Picking out clothes to try on, I realized I had dropped 4 pants sizes! That’s awesome! I’m still in “fat” sizes, but what a jolt of adrenaline in the dressing room when I fit into jeans four sizes smaller than the last time I had bought them. The real test will be whether I sell/donate my fat clothes and clear out my closet, so there is no going back.
Another weird surprise was I also needed sandals with a strap on the back for my annoying heel issue (which seems to be getting better, but still hurts). I went down a half-size in my shoe size! That’s as awesome as it is bizarre.
I will never be a skinny bitch like the woman in this photo, but I will rejoice when I can buy normal sizes. I will also be very, very broke.