I listened to the girl in the dressing room asking for a
pair of paints in a size 12. In a size 12 voice she said to Size 2 Saleswoman, “I
used to be an 18 and now I’m a 12. Sometimes I grab the wrong size because I just
forget!” S2S gushed about how great it was to have lost that much weight and
she was RIGHT. It is, and S12 should be proud, but it still made me roll my
eyes. I felt like poking my head out and saying, “I was a 24 and then a 16!...
and now an 18.” but that would make me seem somewhat like a baby, so I
refrained. Instead I just looked at myself sadly and kept trying on article of
clothing after article of clothing.
Then the dressing room next to me became occupied by someone else
with an even tinier sounding voice. “Oh my GAWD! I thought I was a size FOUR
but I am a ZERO!” Ugh.
I started reading Geneen Roth’s book, “Breaking Free from
Emotional Eating”. My kindle has informed me that I am 5% through the book, and
one of the first things it says to do is keep a food journal, which I HATE
doing because I feel like I barely have time to sit and blog, how am I supposed
to write down everything I eat?! And not just the item, but also how I’m
feeling before and after. At this point, I have nothing to lose but the weight!
I won’t blog as often as I food journal, but hopefully between the journaling,
blogging, and biking I’ll be able to see some more progress soon.
Words of advice are welcomed and appreciated. J
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