Don't Shit Your Pants...

This is what I had to tell myself yesterday. Why? I went shopping for a shirt to wear for the 4th of July. What did I do? Walk right to the plus-size section. Old habits die hard. Once I redirected myself, I decided to try on a few shirts and a dress. All XL. I went back out and got a lot more dresses and different sizes. Obviously I bought one I liked. This is where I had to tell myself not to shit my pants. It is a medium. Now granted it is a "stretch" material dress but I would have never dared to try that before. The sides look a little funny but it has pockets there.

I also got my haircut and my hairdresser is trying to convince me to wear it curly. Hence why it is curled in the picture (I told my husband I got a perm...he believed me). After I bought said dress, I had to run over to best bud's house to see if I need to return it. She liked it so it shall stay.

I have to present to all the 1st grade teachers in my district on August 19th. I emailed my trainer and told him I want to wear this and it is his new goal to make sure I can wear it without embarrassing myself (anymore than I already do). Brown leggings maybe added to this later on if we think it is too short.

So there it is. My new goal - size medium dress.

In other news - my scale f**king sucks! That, or someone needs to explain to my body about the formula for weight loss (calories in - calories out). My lady troubles are over. I have recovered. I have eaten perfectly (1600/calories per day with balanced meals) since last Wednesday (the day of the salty birthday meal). I have worked out incredibly hard and gave it my all. And what does the scale say? 212. No change (which is better than I gain, I know).

I will not say this was a wasted week because I can tell I am toning up (6 to 7 classes of turbo kickboxing, Zumba and yoga each week for the past 3 weeks plus walking, running and personal training sessions - how could I not?) .

So basically I am working out 3 to 4 hours per day and eating a good diet. I can totally understand how on the Biggest Loser (which I am watching in reruns for more motivation - thanks FLN) they can workout for 6 to 8 hours per day, eat less calories than I do, then get up on a scale in front of the nation in their sports bra and spandex shorts exposing their floppy bellies, lose 1 crappy pound (or 0 or gain) and cry.

I do not want to cry. I want the scale to reflect my hard work. I am super happy with me at the moment. I guess I need a break. I am about to leave for the holiday weekend. Going with best bud and family to their lake house. I shall swim and chase babies and relax. I shall do my best to eat in moderation (not really a term in my vocabulary - ever!). But if I return on Monday with a 10 pound gain, my body and I maybe at war.

Enough with my bitching. Thanks so much for all your lovely comments this week. I am glad to see that I am not the only one who got fat because they just like to eat. I will catch up on your blogs and leave you some great pearls of wisdom come Sunday night or Monday. Stay strong this weekend. And cool....it is supposed to be 103 here.