None of my pants fit anymore. Even the ones that fit when I tried them on 2 months ago - AND the new ones I just bought for my "new", now dearly departed, size! They're all too big in the torso - not just the waist, but along that double side seam to the legs, which makes them rather pointlessly expensive to alter. Ahoy mass ebay listing of very expensive jeans! *weeps*
I continue to be depressed about this. Those of you who wish they could lose weight may not understand this, but I feel like something I used to rely on - knowing my size and shape - is gone. I think if I had set out to lose tons of weight, I would be rejoicing, but I didn't set out to shrink quite this much! Not that I necessarily want to undo it, but I wouldn't know how even if I did. I feel so much less queasy and belchy without processed carbs, and I really love being so much stronger and more fit. So I think this isn't a diet or a workout plan any more, it's a lifestyle change.
This kind of recalibration in my wardrobe - my collection of armor for life - is throwing me for a bit of a loop. I wish I were enjoying it more. My husband is *very* preoccupied with his new business and isn't really all that attentive to the new me. So the only feedback I'm getting is from 1) my clothes not fitting, and 2) my girlfriends. The first is making me sad. The second is very lovely, but since I'm not married to them it's not quite the same.
Man, I sound so freaking whiny. Sorry, ladies, just venting someplace safe. Thanks for listening!