One pair of size 10 pants is way too big, another is kind of tight. My 38DD bra is too big, the 36DD is too small. My body is changing quickly now, it’s kind of cool. I’ve got the same bulges I’ve had for the last 40 pounds, but they’re feeling a bit smaller, flatter. I now take a medium in most shirts, occasionally I need large. My clothes are very frumpy, and they didn’t look good on me when I was bigger, they still don’t. All bland, basic, shapeless, blech. I’ll shop eventually, some day. Or more likely, hit some garage sales.
Seems the last time I was in the 150s, I was around a size 6, now I’m still a 10. Either I’m remember wrong, or I was more muscular back then. I’ll have to go see if I still have clothes that are too small, or maybe this is it. I’m still huge, or at least I look it at the gym, I’ve got a few inch more radius on any other woman there.
I haven’t smoked cigarettes in two days now. I had to wait until I could pull myself out of that depression, so instead of thinking how my life sucks and there is no joy other than smoking, now I just think about healthy pink lungs, and it’s very easy. I just really like to make things hard for myself sometimes. Truly, depression can be crippling, and I will try to be more cautious to stay out of the abyss.
And finally, if you’re like me, and your weight loss is anything but linear, check out the brilliant (imho) Leigh Peele: (To me, brilliant means I agree with them >75% of the time-though of course this could mean we’re both foolish)