Overall, my birthday was fab!!! Here are some pics so you can feel like you were there:
Morgan and me waiting for Wicked to begin
Leah, me and Emily out for dinner and drinks after the show
(I look a bit creepy.)
Christine, Morgan and me
workin' the Sunglasses at Night theme I demanded
Jen was supposed to come with to Wicked,
but she fell ill last minute and couldn't go :(
But she was there in spirit!
(so I've included this pic from the weekend before)
Anyway, kinda weird that in my last post I was boasting about being a true size 8, but guess what size pants I wore to work yesterday?!?! SIZE 6! I know I’m not a 6 in every store, but I bought two pairs of dress pants at The Limited last week. Just knowing that little number on the tag reads “6” makes me giddy.
I’ve never — I repeat, NEVER — owned a size-6 anything. And now I own two :)
It does make me wonder, though, what size would I wear if the sizing was the same as, say, 50 years ago?
Let’s go back to the Marilyn Monroe thing I’m sure most of you have heard. It’s been said that she was a size 14 or 16 at her heaviest point, which I’m sure was by British standards, making her more of a 10 or 12 in the United States. She was 5’5½” tall (same as I am!) and weighed anywhere between 118 and 140 pounds.
That means she was MAYBE a US size 12 when she weighed AT MOST 140 pounds. Hahahahaaa!!! I woke up this morning at 150 pounds and am a comfortable size 8. I wore a size 12 when I was in the 170s! I know she had an extreme hourglass figure, which I don’t, but still. Oh how sizing has changed!
Has this been happening slowly in the past 50 years or is it a more recent occurrence? Whenever it happened, I think it’s dumb. Yes, I feel good that the tags on my clothes read smaller numbers, but doesn’t that just make us have a false sense of skinniness? I don’t like that. I wanna be skinny (but most importantly, healthy) for real!
Speaking of false senses of skinniness, I’ve become complacent these last couple of weeks. I feel great about the 65-pound weightloss I’ve accomplished thus far, but I still have 15 pounds to lose. With that in mind, you’d think that I would be keeping up on my healthy-eating habits and regular workouts … but I haven’t.
My eating hasn’t been THAT horrible, but it hasn’t been superb either. I also haven’t worked out in a couple of weeks. What?!? I was on a roll before!! Why would I let myself get off track like this??? I haven’t gained weight, but I haven’t really lost either. I’m blaming the weather and, of course, myself. It’s time for me to get back in my apartment’s gym. Running outside was so much more fun, but I’m not a cold-weather gal. Sooooo many excuses. Time for that to stop.
I’ve been supertired all week, and I’m pretty sure it’s my body’s way of telling me that I’ve become a bum. I haven’t been sleeping well, which wasn’t a problem when I was working out regularly. Hmmm. Fancy that! Working out helps you sleep better and be more lively during the day. I felt sooooo much better then. It’s time to start groovin’ my body again!
Goal for tomorrow: Hit the gym after work. Eat my fav salad and cottage cheese at lunch (and not be tempted by the other less-veggietastic eats).
Peace, friends! It’s good to be back!