Heartfelt True Confessions Volume 2

Last week was a tough week for me, as evident in last week's confessional post.  Then by the end of the week, Christie made me say why I discovered I totally rock.

Heading into this weekend Aunt Flow was packing her bags and I was on my way to feeling better.  I went to the Repeat Boutique 70% off sale hoping that I could find a couple pair of pants so I could retire the remainder of the pants I wore 10 pounds ago.  Instead of a couple pair - I walked out with 8 new (to me) pairs of pants, plus a skirt and wrap dress!

I'm hoping to get the pictures taken tonight so it can go up with my weigh in post.  Truth be told I'm trying not to focus on the scale.  Sure I weigh myself each week and hope that the number is smaller than the previous week, but I'm really trying to not let it ruin my day get away from the scale meaning so much.  What could be more Shrinking Jeans appropriate than a fashion show demonstrating how the ladies over there encouraged me and enabling me to buy a pair of size 4 jeans???

I walked out of the store with a bag of 4s (and a couple of 6s) feeling pretty good about myself.  Normally I struggle to find pants to fit over my saddle bags fit me properly.  I've changed my shape/size and learned what brands work for me and what brands don't.  So I was able to walk in, go straight to the pants rack, and, after trying on about 20 pair, find 8 pair of pants that fit me wonderfully!

Needless to say I was riding pretty high at that moment.  Shopping took precident over lunch, so by the time that I met my family at my aunt's 80th birthday party I was starving.  Yes, you read that right.  My Aunt Dorothy turned 80 this past week - my dad (her brother) isn't even 60 yet.  My grandmother had a kid every two years consistantly for 16 years until my Uncle Ken was born.  She thought mother nature was done with her...until 8 years later when my dad made his appearance. 

Needless to say (I keep saying that, but then I keep saying what I say is needless...hmmm) my aunt's children (my cousins) are dramatically older than me.  My dad was an uncle when he was born thanks to this particular aunt.  Said children are tremendous cooks. 

I hadn't had lunch, there was a delicious spread of food so I dived right in.

But we're not to the confession part yet.

I had chips & ranch dip, tortilla chips & bean dip, veggies, fruit, chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered marshmallows (they had a chocolate fountain), sausage balls, chicken nuggets, and cake. 

And I didn't care.

That's my confession - I ate all of that yumminess and I didn't care to count the calories as they went in my mouth.

I'm down to a good weight for me, and even though I'd like to lose several more pounds my world isn't going to end if I don't.  I fit into size 4 pants for goodness sake!

I know this is by no means license to eat whatever I want whenever I want.  But splurging on the weekends isn't going to kill me.  I mean how often does your Aunt turn 80?  (Acutally, I have the opportunity for that to happen 4 more times...and an additional 5 if you count Aunt-in-laws.)

Getting back to the point.  I'm in no rush to lose that last 5-7 pounds.  If I only lose 0.5 some weeks, that's okay.  If I don't lose at all, its not the end of the world.

Dear God, Please don't let me gain this week.

The hard part will be maintaining this attitude.  Because I know its the truth.  I just sometimes put on my chubby googles and like to live in the land of "poor, pitiful me". 

When I go back there, please feel free to slap me back to the land of truth.