Harsh Victories (Did the Melon Finally Win?)

First email to my sisters yesterday: MY FAT PANTS FINALLY FIT!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAY!!!

While that is a victory for this post partum full time working mom, its a little bittersweet.  I mean, even reading it....yay for fat pants?

I haven't seen the scale move downwards in several weeks...so disheartening.  So I finally "hid" it; actually, I just put it next to the toilet, not in front.  But that action did help me stop obsessively stepping on it.  So all I really have to go on now is how my clothes fit.  Scary.  I feel like I gain weight just by not stepping on the scale.  But, as one wise sister said, trust in what you are doing.  And one day, your pants won't fit.

Or in my case, the pants DID fit!  After I went back to work from E's maternity leave, I got by with maternity clothes for a few weeks, but they clearly weren't working for me one very frustrating afternoon.  I ventured into my first plus size store; I maybe didn't need to, but I can't stand a tight fitting waist, and my babyless belly was still round, so plus size it was.  I optimistically pulled those pants out a few weeks ago, and, horror, I couldn't button them.  Well, I could, but then here we go with the tight fitting waist.  I mean TIGHT.  I threw them back into the closet with disgust, sadness, and a sense of hopelessness.

Yesterday morning I was struggling to find an outfit to wear for casual Friday.  I had a new shirt to wear, but I wore it on Thursday because the other new shirt I got didn't fit (don't you hate that when you buy a shirt that you think might be just a little too big and then it turns out to be snug?  yeah, I hate that, too).  The wise saying of my sister came to mind (I had been eating a lot of quinoa and a lot less sugar), so I pulled out those pants, took a deep breath, pulled them on, and VIOLA!!!  They fit exactly the way they were supposed to!!!

So that melon that I didn't cut up this week...I'll do it this weekend.  And those banana oat cookies - they've been baked.  And the treadmill?  Walked it.  Taxes?  DONE.  And Thursday's shirt that didn't get worn?   I'll try it again next week.  I am STILL in the land of the DOER.