Showing posts with label baggy clothes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baggy clothes. Show all posts

Monday, August 25, 2014

August 25th, 2014 Wearing The Tags

August 25th, 2014 Wearing The Tags

Shopping for clothes on the bad side of a regain is a miserable experience. Nothing fits, nothing feels right--and as the gain progresses, you graduate from the normal section to the bigger sizes and eventually to a different store. I experienced this painful progression during my regain. At one point, I simply found one sweater jacket that fit and I wore it everyday from October to April. I washed it regularly, of course, but it was everyday--same thing. Nothing else fit. A closet full of clothes and literally not one thing fit, except a few big t-shirts and the zip up sweater jacket. I found a pair of black workout stretch pants and I added those to the daily wear, simply because I didn't want to experience trying to find jeans or shirts that fit my rapidly growing body. The only time I would squeeze into a pair of jeans was when I had a location broadcast or special event I had to attend, where black stretchy sweat pants wouldn't be appropriate.

My heaviest regain point was 394. A full 164 pound regain. I was very lucky to have stopped at 394. The jeans I had to wear back at 394 were size 52's and they still cut into me like a dull knife, leaving me bruised and slightly bloodied on the worst days. I easily needed 54's but I was too stubborn to buy 54's--and also because buying 54's would have required a special trip out of town to a big and tall store. If I could just endure the pain long enough to get home and change into the big stretchy workout pants, I'd be just fine, even if fine meant hurting in the meantime.

Shopping for clothes during an awakening and total positive revolution is pleasurable even if the clothes are still much bigger than what I once wore. It doesn't matter. I know where I am headed, so I proudly wear what I must to be comfortable as my body cooperates with my positive behaviors and the weight drops. When I bought the pair of 46 waist jeans I couldn't get them on. But it didn't matter, I knew I would eventually. I just needed my confident patience. I laid them aside and kept on doing the things best for me. Finally a few weeks to a month later, they fit. And today I retired them.

Two weeks ago I bought two pair of size 44's. Same thing happened--they didn't fit. So I laid them aside. Confident patience told me they would fit in not long. I tried them again today and the fit was perfect. I was so happy for this non-scale victory, I didn't take them off. I was celebrating! The baggy 46's will be cleaned and donated to someone who can get some good from them again. They no longer serve my needs! My excitement was so, that I forgot to take off the tags. A colleague noticed the tags and offered to do the honors. It was a wonderful feeling. She handed me the tags and I tweeted a picture with my NSV announcement.


In a couple of weeks I'll buy some 42's. They'll probably not fit and I'll lay them aside. They will fit soon according to my confident patience. Oh yes indeed, they will.

I had some fun with foods today--creating some different dishes with some variety! I took to the elliptical and experienced a big sweat for 30 minutes. I kept thinking about these new jeans and how my perspective has changed. It's a 180 degree turn, just like the direction of my personal momentum.

My food tweets today:












Thank you for reading and your continued support,
Strength,
Sean

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

August 20th, 2014 The Kids Menu

August 20th, 2014 The Kids Menu

My clothes are getting very baggy-loose. This is a very nice "problem" to experience. Two people in the last three days have commented on this, with one adding "time to buy some new clothes!" I may wait a little bit longer, opting instead to have a "baggy clothes period" instead of rushing out and buying more clothes I'll only be able to wear a month or two. My body is getting smaller everyday. I feel very healthy, very happy.

I had an unexpected trip to Oklahoma City come up this afternoon. I wasn't expecting this trip until tomorrow and tomorrow's trip was to be for a different reason. Now, tomorrow's trip for me has been cancelled (yay!). I found myself in Edmond, just North of Oklahoma City, looking for somewhere to grab dinner. I had bean and cheese tacos for lunch and believe it or not, I really preferred something different for dinner. When a fried chicken place was suggested by one of my traveling partners, and Chipotle by another, I quickly announced to the vehicle: "Chipotle, brilliant idea!"  I didn't necessarily want tacos two meals in a row but I also didn't want to navigate the menu of a Golden Chick fried chicken place. Chipotle was safe and familiar.

I ordered the Kids Taco Kit. Yes, I'm a grown man ordering from the kids menu! Look at the Tweet below and the calorie count and tell me that isn't enough! It was plenty and perfect. I passed on the beans, rice, cheese and sour cream. I chose two crispy chicken tacos, kids chips and their standard 3.5 ounce cup of fresh guacamole. Imagine the calorie count had I accepted the beans, rice, sour cream and cheese! It would have easily registered close to 1,000. I made it out with a slightly high, but doable 603 calorie investment.

My workout plans were scrapped this afternoon because of this trip and although I planned on getting it done upon my return, I'm just too tired. I'm taking a day off and opting to get in bed an hour and a half earlier than normal.

Making adjustments on the fly and being okay with these adjustments is critical to my success. I didn't allow negative thoughts to plague me after a day that didn't turn out like I had planned. It's okay. Tomorrow is a new day and I will have the opportunity to ride the elliptical and swim. This change of schedule today made one decision very easy: Dinner was my #lastfoodofday.

My food Tweets today:










Thank you for reading and your continued support,
Strength,
Sean





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