The most exciting thing, ever

[jianantonic]

For me. You won't care.

At my mom's the other day, she made me take a bunch of old clothes that have been sitting in her garage. They were clothes from high school, and I'm all wtf am I supposed to do with these? "Try them on," she nudged. Um, hello? I've been losing weight and feeling great about myself, so the last thing I need is to try to squeeze myself into clothes I wore as a teenybopper. That would just be too much of a bummer, I think.

But in going through this pile of clothes, I found a dress I'd long forgotten about, but one that I used to love. It's a dress - not like pants - easier to fit into even after you've redistributed yourself a bit, so I tried it. It fit! It fit well, even. So then my high school jeans started staring me down. I'm still about 20 pounds heavier than I was when I wore those, but I guess at least some of that weight is muscle. And some is boobs. I have a lot more of the curvitude going on than I did when I was 16. So, just for shits and giggles, I pulled out the old jeans. The ones I wore when I played basketball every day and hiked most days on top of that. Now, they didn't exactly fit, but I could zip and button them without much of a struggle, and I could breathe and everything.

And the only thing I can imagine more exciting than fitting into my high school jeans as a formerly overweight 23-year-old will be looking good in my high school jeans. Maybe one day.

Oh and I totally lost my voice - stupid cold. And my ears itch on the way inside. WTF is that all about? :(

Peace.

Comments

[stillbigonbnl.livejournal.com]

I do care! That's HUGE! (or small?)

My high school jeans were size 5. I don't foresee that ever happening. If I could get down to double that size, I'd be ecstatic!

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

Well, I was that small my freshman year...
I assure you, I'm not in 5's now, nor am I trying.

[flamingophoenix.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, you wore designer jeans! Sucker! I wore size 12's in high school (whilst weighing about 120 pounds, at 5'8").

It made comparisons tricky--my friend Anna, approximately the same size as me (probably a little smaller), wore 0's. Wtf?

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

How do you figure these were designer jeans?

At any rate, your comments lately have a sort of stinging snark. I hope you don't mean it that way, and I don't think you do, but print doesn't have the benefit of tone. I write about my workout journey because a lot of my friends are going through the same thing and it helps to share the ups and downs of it all, but it's something I am (and I think most of them are) very sensitive about, even though I'm writing so publicly about it.

You've never written or talked about trying to lose weight, and I don't think you've ever needed or wanted to, so I don't know if you understand just how much of a tremendous struggle it is. I can't speak for my other friends, but comments that are anything less than 100% encouraging pretty much have the effect of discouragement. I'm not trying to say that you're being super insensitive or anything, because again, I don't think you are...it's just that I am really sensitive about this topic and I need a little less ribbing when it comes to this subject and its extensions.

Thanks.

[flamingophoenix.livejournal.com]

:-( I assumed they were designer jeans because that's what Anna (?) told me at the time--that they had different size scales for designer jeans (smaller numbers) versus Wal-Mart jeans (bigger numbers). My "Sucker!" comment was meant in the "haha, the clothing industry tricked you into spending more money than you should have" sense today. Rereading it in light of what you just posted makes it look less financial, though--I didn't even think about the other ways it could be interpreted. (If this had been a speaking conversation, I would have gone immediately into I-heart-cheap-clothes mode, thus removing any doubt, but since this wasn't a voice conversation, well...)

(Not to mention that cheap clothes aren't always the way to go. But that's another issue entirely.)

Internet 1, Emily 0. :-/ Text-based communication is the bane of my existence.

But now I know more things to watch out for when I write, at least.

[kixeldorado.livejournal.com]

I may end up doing that this weekend.
Mom called and said she's cleaning out my room, and she's gotten to the closet, and I have to do the closet. So tomorrow I'm making the jaunt over the mountains and through the woods and will brave the scary closet of my youth...

There's some pretty scary things in there that I'd never ever wear again, but I am curious as to whether they still fit...

But enough rambling about me, that's what MY blog is for...so yay! Congratulations to you!