Losing weight means that eventually the clothes you have no longer fit. This is a good thing, as it shows you’re making real progress, but it’s also bad if, like me, you don’t particularly enjoy clothes shopping.
This week I had to admit it was time to bite the bullet and go shopping, as I’d been holding off as long as I possibly could, and most of my clothes were now hanging off me in an unflattering way.
So, I went into a few shops. As I’m determined to shed a lot more weight, I determined there was no point in going anywhere expensive – I wanted cheap, cheerful clothing that would last me the season, and when the season changes, I’ll be ready for some more, smaller clothing.
I was in luck – there was a sale on, so I grabbed a few summery dresses and went into the dressing room. I was dismayed, when I got there, to see I’d accidentally picked up a smaller size than I had intended, and thought, “Well, now I’m going to have to go back out and get the right size.”
But then I thought, “Well, as long as it’s here, I might as well see how much further I have to go till I can actually get into that size,” and I pulled it over my head.
It fit perfectly – not too tight, enough room to move comfortably, just right!
It was three sizes smaller than I was buying at the start of the year. Four sizes different from some places.
Yes, it’s still a plus size, but it’s a much, much smaller plus size than I was, and smaller than I thought I was going to have to buy.
And you know what? In a couple of months, when I start thinking about changing into autumnal clothing? Those dresses are going to be hanging off me too, and I won’t need to buy in the plus size section at all.
Today is a good day!