"Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal."
- Henry Ford
I did stop in to see Dara this morning and she said that she can really tell that I've lost and says that I look great. Thank ya Dara! I had to stop in to the office because like I said in my last post I think I did something to myself at the gym or I irritated it enough that when I moved something just enough the other day hell unleashed its numbing effects. I asked about the the Athletic Therapy and the Massage to see if she knows if its covered under Trev's plan. Unsure so I will check into it and see if I get a note from my doctor if it will make a difference. Would be nice if that is the case....if not its not expensive enough that I can't treat my body to it every month or so.
I had been to see Tara Jackson before when I had first started trying to lose weight and she found that there was a bit of a disconnect between joints and a bone out of place that between the session and the exercises she gave me, seemed to take care of itself. If you are in pain...why not try it? Not going to lose anything (other than money) and you will gain a body that is just that much happier with you.
Anywhoodles, I forgot to post on here the other day about my latest shopping adventure. The comfy pants that replaced my other fatter comfy pants were starting to sag...and need to be replaced. At Christmas Mom and Amanda had given me some gift cards for Penningtons (I now choose Penningtons because of the better customer service, friendly staff and more variety over Additionelle) but they had gone the last few months in my wallet until Mom gave me yet another one for my birthday.
Gift cards in hand I headed out to Penningtons to replace my pants that have earned their retirement over the last few months. Thankfully the jeans were on buy one get the other 50% off! Love a sale! With the two pairs of new pants in hand, I handed over the gift cards....I GOT 25 CENTS BACK! Whoop whoop. Was meant to buy a smaller size for a smaller convenient price.
This is where the story goes a bit strange...They also had buy one bra get the other for $18 dollars. While I love my bras from Additionelle for the shape and fit I thought I'd try these in hopes they would be fabulous and I wouldn't have to step foot back into Additionelle for my bra needs. Unfortunately...they aren't built the same...AT ALL!
Sizings are so funny from store to store. I had to go UP three/four sizes to get the bras to fit around then the C cup that I have been since middle school...my cup didn't runnith over and it wasn't filling. I quickly asked for a B...and my boob was still prepping with a parachute to jump out! How is that even possible?! I guarantee you...my boobs are not an A.
While I left with two pairs of great jeans that make my bum look great...the bras just didn't work out. If you have larger breasts and have a hard time finding cup sizes that fit I recommend these to you, but for me. Not happening. I like the girls to be up and perky, not hiding in a large cave with an echo.
This brought on another fat girl experience though that I find happens often now. I've written before about the strange phenomenon of my brain only registering me still as the heaviest I ever way. I felt good on the day that I went to get the pants. I put them on...congratulated myself on how I was looking and feeling being proud to be down another pant size but once I started to try on the bra that SHOULD have been my size and it was no where near closing my brain switch flipped. No longer was I the smaller version. I was back to the large scary version that made me cry day after day. It seemed within split seconds the second chin and LARGER than normal muffin top were back full force. It's amazing the tricks that your mind can play on you.
If you're suffering from this as well...breathe and be okay with it. Tomorrow is a new day and it all seems to reset in the mornings. I'm sure for the rest of my life at certain moments my fatter self will show its ugly face but at the same time..perhaps this will serve as a reminder of where I was, where I've come and the fact that I never want to go back there.
While fighting off my fat demons, I seem to be coming down with a cold of some sort. I woke with a sore throat, a runny nose and a dead degu. While the latter is the more horrible of the three, I am unable to do anything about it. She'll be buried on Saturday. For now...I'm going to go drink some more water and stretch my body out before I head to work for one.
It'll be ok.
Tomorrows another day.
Gillian
