If my sore triceps are any indication, this small bounce back up a pound is at least partly due to muscle. About time too, since everyone said I would gain weight because of muscle and it hadn’t happened yet. I was beginning to wonder if my dumbbells were broken.
Last night I discovered I can now squeeze into those size 14 jeans I bought on the last day of 2006. I know most women try to convince themselves they are a size smaller than they actually are, but I must have some brain synapses crossed because I typically try to convince myself I’m a size larger than I am. I actually missed the time I was a size 24 and went right from a baggy pair of size 26’s to a pair of 22’s. I get so used to the looser feel of my jeans as I shrink that I don’t believe the next size down should feel as tight as they do when I first put them on. I also like to keep muffin top a product of my stove and not my waistband. I find it amazing that I only have to lose about 10 pounds now to get down to the next size.
Yesterday I realized I have four big milestones crammed into these final 26 pounds. First, when I finally fit into a pair of size 12 jeans and thus no longer have to shop in the plus-sized section. Second, when I weigh 172 and have lost 200 pounds. Third, when I weigh 169 and am officially no longer overweight according to my BMI. And finally, when I hit my goal weight of 160.
Besides those goals, I’m also looking forward to Daylight Saving Time this weekend because it will finally be light enough in the evenings for me to run on the trail again, assuming it gets warm enough. The treadmill is fine, especially for getting in my TV shows, but I’m sure my downstairs neighbor will appreciate it when I stop pounding on his ceiling. Hopefully I can finish watching Justice League: Unlimited before that happens though. Will Lex Luthor become president? I have to know!