Every fall, there comes a day where I have to pull on my skinniest jeans (The Looker, by Mother Denim) for the first time, after months of forgiving dresses, skirts, and lightweight summer pants.
It’s always a bit scary for me; no matter what the scale says, I’m always convinced I’ve gained too much weight over the summer and my jeans won’t go back on.
Today was that day:
Yeah! I know it seems weird that I’m still so happy about my size, but we all hear all the time about people that lose weight and gain it back…so every year that I keep off the weight I lost in 2010-13 feels like an accomplishment to be proud of, especially after everything I have been through physically and emotionally in those last few years! I’m not someone that loses weight when I am sick or stressed, I gain, so it has definitely taken work to stay like this, even through menopause and the reduced activity that cancer and it’s treatment has brought into my life!
Hopefully soon I will be able to get as strong and as active as I used to be, I keep waiting for it to happen but it’s very hit and miss. I’ve heard sometimes it can take five years to get back to where one was, physically, before cancer and chemotherapy. Of course considering that at that time I will be five years older and I’m already a middle-aged woman…that’s not really very reassuring but it is what it is!
Other news, as you can see my hair is finally long enough that I don’t have to slick it back or clip at that. Not every day some days it just doesn’t work, but some days I wear it down and it is now a very short bob!