No, not that kind of shrinkage. A) This isn't Seinfeld, and B) I'm no man ;).
But anywho! We are getting into the part of the process that is both exciting and incredibly annoying. Let me elaborate. It's month five into my new lifestyle, and while it's been an incredible transition from "Old Neva" to "New Neva", I will always be a very "Impatient Neva." I keep finding myself thinking "why aren't I skinny already?" After all, it's been five months. Sometimes things feel like they are trudging along at a glacially slow pace while I remain- and look exactly the same. WELL, every girl needs some retail therapy every once in a while to realize that things aren't exactly as stagnant as she thought.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Neva who dreaded going shopping. She was self-conscious and not confident in herself at all. She saw other girls go into stores like Hollister and Abercrombie and come out with cute outfits that she herself would never wear. Well, while this girl hasn't totally evaporated, she HAS taken a step further to the other side. I'm just going to come out and say it. I used to be a size 14-16. This was incredibly embarrassing for her being 5' 1". Well... there is nothing better than physical proof that a change has occurred- even though I may not be able to see it just yet. The reason I say this is because I went shopping with my awesome, super cool, snazzy boyfriend about a week ago to entertain the thought of purchasing a pair of shorts. Now, while the average person might read that and go, "oh! shorts! no big deal!" That has not always been the case for me. Until last week, there was a not one time in recent memory (2-3 years) that I could remember wearing shorts in public. So, I got to the store and decided to try one size down from where I had been. I grabbed the first size 12 from the rack and went to try my luck. Lo and behold! It was too big!
Eventually (after a loooong while of trial and error) I have sooooort of figured out my new size for the time being (let's not remember that I'm no where near finished!). In shorts, I am a size 8-10. In pants I am a size 10-12. THIS. IS. AWESOME. For now. It is incredible. It's exactly what I needed to wake up and understand that my journey hasn't plateaued. Nor is it over.
Oh, and remember the girl who wouldn't dare enter Hollister because a size Large was too tight? I'm consistent Medium now. Oh, it feels good to be normal. I'm excited to keep going and in a few months time go to the store and feel like this all over again (hopefully!). So, until next time!
Looove,
Neva
But anywho! We are getting into the part of the process that is both exciting and incredibly annoying. Let me elaborate. It's month five into my new lifestyle, and while it's been an incredible transition from "Old Neva" to "New Neva", I will always be a very "Impatient Neva." I keep finding myself thinking "why aren't I skinny already?" After all, it's been five months. Sometimes things feel like they are trudging along at a glacially slow pace while I remain- and look exactly the same. WELL, every girl needs some retail therapy every once in a while to realize that things aren't exactly as stagnant as she thought.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Neva who dreaded going shopping. She was self-conscious and not confident in herself at all. She saw other girls go into stores like Hollister and Abercrombie and come out with cute outfits that she herself would never wear. Well, while this girl hasn't totally evaporated, she HAS taken a step further to the other side. I'm just going to come out and say it. I used to be a size 14-16. This was incredibly embarrassing for her being 5' 1". Well... there is nothing better than physical proof that a change has occurred- even though I may not be able to see it just yet. The reason I say this is because I went shopping with my awesome, super cool, snazzy boyfriend about a week ago to entertain the thought of purchasing a pair of shorts. Now, while the average person might read that and go, "oh! shorts! no big deal!" That has not always been the case for me. Until last week, there was a not one time in recent memory (2-3 years) that I could remember wearing shorts in public. So, I got to the store and decided to try one size down from where I had been. I grabbed the first size 12 from the rack and went to try my luck. Lo and behold! It was too big!
Eventually (after a loooong while of trial and error) I have sooooort of figured out my new size for the time being (let's not remember that I'm no where near finished!). In shorts, I am a size 8-10. In pants I am a size 10-12. THIS. IS. AWESOME. For now. It is incredible. It's exactly what I needed to wake up and understand that my journey hasn't plateaued. Nor is it over.
Oh, and remember the girl who wouldn't dare enter Hollister because a size Large was too tight? I'm consistent Medium now. Oh, it feels good to be normal. I'm excited to keep going and in a few months time go to the store and feel like this all over again (hopefully!). So, until next time!
Looove,
Neva
