I have no idea what I weigh today because I’m going by a different measure – my jeans fit! I’m talking about my “mom jeans,” aka the Miracle Body lovers that I picked up at BlogHer & wore until my fat tush could no longer squeeze into them. Sometime in the fall, I folded them away sadly, promising to return. Back in January, I tried to yank them on, but couldn’t get them to button. On Saturday, I slid them up over my hips, held my breath…& buttoned. & then I hung out in them the entire weekend, quite comfortably, I might add.
I took a picture of me wearing them, but the coloring’s all wrong & the pictures are kind of fuzzy & I was wearing flip-flops & a sweatshirt because we were making a Sonic Happy Hour run (unsweet cranberry tea, thank you!) & the overall effect was pretty much homeless. So I decided to take the high-road for my self-respect & for once, not post a bad picture on the internet.
You’re welcome.
This week was a first for basically blowing exercise. On Monday, Harrison took a backwards dive over the arm of my parents very high couch, landing head-first on their hardwood floors. Needless to say, it was rather harrowing for all involved & between having to keep him up to make sure there was no concussion & then having to wake him to make sure he could be woken, I decided to bail on Zumba. Nate would have been perfectly fine to handle it on his own, but it was just one of those momma things where I couldn’t bear to be more than a room away from the kiddo that night.
The worst part was, Monday night felt all wrong when I went to bed & I realized that I missed the endorphin-rush & relaxation that exercise brought after the first day of the week. I felt all wound up. I’m definitely looking forward to it this week!
How else do you measure your success? Do you have a certain pair of pants or dress that needs to fit? Or feeling more energetic?
Funny you should ask this. I tossed and turned this morning at 4:00 a.m. because I knew that my favorite white capris don’t fit right now and they’re my vacation staple. My dedication is renewed. Great job!
I bought a new pair of jeans last week, and I am down a size! Even though I hadn’t lost any weight that week, I was elated when I pulled those jeans on!
Great job!
Hooray for Jeans fitting! That’s fantastic.
I wanna see the homeless pic!
LOL.
Hooray for your jeans fitting you! That/s fabulous!!!
I had a very similar victory–the emergency fat ass jeans I had to wear for my vacation in October–that were super tight (but I refused to go up ANOTHER size) are now very baggy. Phew.
Congrats on the jeans! That is awesome!
Numbers aside, my real goal for weight loss is to get to the point where I can wear any of the shirts that I own, and not be able to see the giant belly button cavern in the middle of my lumpy gut. I just can’t feel good like that. I don’t need a flat stomach…I just can’t deal with all of the funky lumps that make my shirts look weird.
Good luck this week!
Great job! I feel like clothes are such a better measuring tool than the scale anyway.
The thing that has kept me successfully working out (and eating mostly right but I AM pregnant) since last summer has been measuring my progress in lots of ways, including the scale. I have been weight lifting so I can see progress every few weeks when I am able to increase my weight, and I literally see changes in my body every week from doing weights 2-3 times a week. I continue to be encouraged because I’m in the 3rd trimester and still in a ton of pre-pregnancy clothes, some that I couldn’t even wear 9 months post partum! It seems to me like the scale is the last thing to follow, but there are so many other ways to measure success and stay motivated!
so glad your pants are fitting again! That’s an awesome feeling!
YAY! Scales are the worst about showing true weight loss, especially if you lift any weights or do anything that gains muscle. I don’t care what the scale says, I just want those darn skinny jeans to fit! LOL!
Homeless … hahaha. Congrats on the jeans! I, unfortunately, am quite addicted to my scale and that’s how I measure success.
Hooray you! That’s such an awesome feeling!
Also the homeless look you speak of? That’s pretty much me every weekend.
BLAIR! Way to go on the jeans! After reading this post this morning, I tried on a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans from before I had my first- AND THEY FIT!!!
I immediately decided I will never wear another pair of jeans. Until I’m another size smaller, of course.
I love that happy surprise when clothes that hadn’t been fitting start to fit again!
I actually just bought a red dress. Not just a red dress, but a date-night-drop-dead-sexy-movie-star-we-might-not-even-make-it-to-the-restaurant dress. And it fits so perfectly, except for right around my hips, at the widest part of my body, so I have some fresh motivation. I can’t wait to wear it!
How are you liking your Miracle Body jeans? I saw someone else write a review about how fab they were.
I always feel like crap when I bail out on exercise…but it’s such a pain to get up and do it. 
Way to go for jeans fitting! That’s great.
I stopped really weighing myself for a while and cracked down on the workouts. Now I weigh basically the same (maybe down a pound or two), but either all my shorts got looser or my waist size decreased.
I totally hear you on missing the rush of exercise though. I was sick last week so I couldn’t work out or go to rugby. I missed it like crazy until I was able to go last night. HURT SO GOOD!!!
Good luck with the fitness!
I’m trying to not be a douche, but why did missing one day of exercise throw off your whole week and weekend? It was nice out, it’s light later…. go walk, go play outside! Why did that one day (which I totally understand and would have done the same thing) have to throw off your plans for the week?