I went shopping for a sports bra over the weekend. My bra size went down from a 46D to a 38C. My girls have deflated, and I'm totally okay with that! I also bought a couple pairs of running capris...in size medium! I tell you, I felt like a total fraud shopping in the regular woman's sizes. That was a weird feeling and something that will take time getting my head around. I kept drifting over to the plus sized section and would hold up things in 14W and 1X, knowing they were too big for me, but finding strange comfort in the action.
I saw a youth today that I used to work with and haven't seen since before Christmas. He looked at me, looked confused, kept staring at me, then I finally addressed him and he completely freaked out. It was a bit embarrassing because it happened in the lobby of the office and he was very loud, but I was able to calm him. After he settled down he apologized and said, "You don't look at all like yourself, you look completely different". After a 94 pound weight-loss, I obviously look different, but I don't think I look like a completely different person. On Sunday after my run, I ran into someone I am acquainted with, and who should know me on sight. I know she had a real hard time placing me when she saw me. I called her by name and started talking to her and I know she was struggling with where she knew me from. About a minute into our meeting, it finally dawned on her who I was. In her defense, I was dressed in my running gear. Sunglasses and all.
|My mother's wedding set (sized down to a 6 1/2...my ring size used to be a 10), |
one of my most prized possessions.