I’ve never been one to be overly concerned about my weight. I’ve been pretty slim most of my life. However, during, I gained about 30 pounds, bringing my body type to what most people would call average. I still wasn’t “fat.” But I definitely wasn’t in shape either. However, over the past year, I’d been more attentive to my body and my slow weight gain. It gets kinda old not being able to fit into your favorite shirt. And, after purchasing this really cute pencil skirt from Old Navy.com and having the fit be a little to snug, I resolved not to gain any more weight, but actually, for a change, try and lose some until the the skirt fit comfortably. It was really cute, after all.
So, I did that. I guess I lost about 5-7 lbs for the skirt to fit awesomely. Then I kinda stopped. I’m not opposed to physical activity, but I’ve discovered that I seriously dislike working out in a gym. I like doing “activities” like walking around/exploring a new place, but not doing it just to be exercising. Or doing laundry and folding clothes, cleaning up my room. Things like that.
The last few months or so, I decided to see if I could lose some more weight. I figured out that I have a relatively small frame, and I don’t like junk food. As long as I watch the proportions of food, I could lose weight pretty easily. Since turning 25 a few months ago, I realized that the older I get, the harder it will be to lose any weight, so I might as well do as much as I can right now. So, much thanks to Panera and their awesome soups, as well as just not eating everything, I’ve managed to loose about 10 more pounds. Great, right? Not so great when all the new clothes I just bought are slightly baggy now, including my expensive jeans from Buckle. However, they do free tailoring, so that’s a consolation, at least.
And then there’s the moment when I catch my reflection in the mirror, and see how slim my arms have gotten, and that my tummy isn’t so round and I think to myself, “Hey, I’m getting kinda hot.”