That's the sound of me hitting a wall ... several months ago. This is the longest and hardest wall I've hit. On the plus side, I have not gained any weight. I think I should dwell on that today instead of the not really budging aspect. I always knew the time would come when I would level off. Well, that time is here.
I've been working at nudging it along for awhile - new workouts, longer workouts, higher intensity, etc ... I see changes. There is more muscle definition on my arms. The abdomenal area is tightening. OK, the bras even went in a notch. The source of the frustration I think is that I've been size 8 since last March. Yeah, yeah, look back and put it in perspective ... that's what I ought to do. I shall click on my own Dec. 2007 v. Dec. 2008 and look at my before and current pictures. I'll take a new pic later today after I get my hair done.
I suppose if I'm serious about shaving off 15 more pounds or so [not that I'd know since I don't use a scale - but I'll be able to tell when I slip into 6's], that I should start tracking food again.
The thing is, I'm kind of torn about it. Although, I would like some improvements on the body I've acheived, I'm not completely displeased either. I don't know how much more I'm willing to do or that would tip the balance from balanced to overwhelming.
Yeah, yeah, I've been frustrated before. This too shall pass ....
Which brings me to the topic of my latest bad habit. It does not in any way involve food. It does involve some exercise. Nothing too strenuous though. It's buying new clothes. Yesterday, after running an errand at the bank, I went forth in search of 4 lb weights and convertible mittens. These are my two current quests in life. I went to a side of town I don't go very often and stopped at Fred Meyer. I had picked up a set of 3 lb weights figuring I could use them with my 1 lb wrist weights for a total of 4 lbs, but then got sidetracked by *SALE* and the gleaming racks of clothes. Clothes that are not in my closet. Pretty. Pretty. Made all the more alluring by the fact that I can fit into them.
I ended up putting the weights back [in favor of another top as the 100 or so I have are not enough] and trying on what appealed to me. Since last spring I buy clothes all of the time. Granted, nothing in my closet fit anymore and so it was also necessary. I reoutfitted myself complete from handbags, belts, shoes, pants, tops, undergarments and outerwear. Yeah, so I've been busy, busy. I pretty much have the wardrobe filled out at this point [except I own no skirts nor dresses - but then I never have a reason to wear them so why bother until the need arises - then I can enjoy more shopping without the guilt of bad habitness], but I can't seem to be able to walk into a store with pretty things and not leave with something. Every time I get dressed, I'm cutting tags off. I'm even out of hangers. I have a huge walk-in closet that was half empty when we moved in and it's pretty much filled. I'm now sorry I granted Husband a corner of it.
For a picky girl, I'm surprised I've ended up with so many things that make me feel so good when I put them on. So, really why do I want to shrink any further? I just reoutfitted the closet with lots of pretty things that I love wearing. Does this prevent me from standing in the closet and sighing about having nothing to wear? No. I am woman. I share this female trait with many others on the planet along with my love of clothes, handbags and shoes.
I can say that my new bad habit keeps the food in line. As I really don't want to grow out of all of my pretty new things ... especially since I gave all the bigger clothes away to Goodwill. Then I'd really have nothing to wear.
Then I have to wonder when did all of this change. I used to hate shopping. I suppose it changed when I hit 8 and decided I didn't look so bad if I put the right things on. It was right around the time I wanted to chop my hair off to show off the return of a single chin. Now I think I buy new things to placate and mollify my frustrations with this unbudging wall.
Either way, I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing. However, I'm willing to take any suggestions for kicking through the darned thing.
Posts
2 comments:
Dare I say there's nothing wrong with a size 8? In fact, less than that is bordering on the unhealthy.
You certainly look great in your photos
And if you're fairly toned too, then I think you have a great deal to be pleased about and should enjoy the body you have rather than worrying about one a size smaller :)
Thank you. :) I get frustrated from time to time. I don't really care about getting to another size. I do which the toning up would be more toned though. My little brain is formulating a new plan ... we'll see what it comes up with.
Post a Comment