I had a strong realization this morning paired up with a long session of pouting. It seems like that is my favorite activity lately...
I was standing in the middle of my closet in a super cute black peplum shirt realizing that it was less peplum like since the last time I had it on. I shrugged my shoulders and searched for the pair of pants I wanted to wear with it. Realizing that they were a size 18, I tried them anyways. Anddddd they didn't fit. Too small. Just like everything else.
Since my thought out outfit wasn't going to work, I quickly changed gears and picked out my normal go to outfit these days: tights and a dress. Tights stretch and dresses fit. Depressing. It's always so awkward when someone asks me why I'm so dressed up on casual days. I usually spit out some excuse that I just love dressing up....which is half true. The other half is simply because nothing fits.
The real kicker is that I participated in the weight loss tradition of purging all of my "big" clothes so that I don't ever look back. So when I lost my 50lbs I threw out alot. All of my size 24s, 22s and a lot of my 20s are gone. Leaving me with 18s...yikes. I fit into some but only if they're really stretchy, blah.
I refuse to shop right now and my wallet is thanking me. I will not buy new clothes in a bigger size...I just can't. So my only choices are to keep wearing what I'm wearing and lose some weight so that I can fit into clothes by the time it's too warm for tights. Eeeeeep!!
I can do this. Fashion is always a great motivator!