The scale has not budged since I’ve been home. Not overall anyway. I’ve barely dipped below 40 lbs lost. I have been bouncing around for months now. However, there is good news.
Today I bought jeans at Lane Bryant in a size 16. Woo Hoo!! The 18s my sister sent me in London finally ripped out in the butt, forcing me to buy a new pair. I went with the bootcut, which has a higher waist than the flare jeans. I like the way the legs look on the flare better, but I like the way my waist isn’t forced out and over the top of the bootcut.
And as a result of buying jeans that fit, I’ve found my ass again. In the baggy pants of 18-world, my ass was no where to be seen, but now it is back and fills the size 16 jeans nicely.
Another non-scale victory was that I technically fit (zipped and buttoned) into a size 14. It wasn’t pretty and I wouldn’t subject the general public, but I FIT INTO A SIZE FOURTEEN.
For now, I’ll be happy in my 16s.