I’ve been on a weight loss journey since last year when I realized that I wasn’t a size 8 anymore and couldn’t fit into a pair of jeans I’ve treasured since I was 27, 7 years ago.
Wow. I can’t believe I managed to stay the same size for that long!
Yesterday, I went to Walmart to buy some new exercise clothes and as I grabbed a few pairs of shorts I asked an employee where the tights were to wear under them. She looked down at my haul and asked, “Why are you buying LARGE shorts?”
I gulped. Really?
“Because that is what I wear,” I told her. “I actually bought an extra large bathing suit 3 weeks ago.”
She shook her head. “You are not big,” she said firmly.
I shook my head. I know what I look like. I see myself, my big belly every damn day.
She looked at me, took the shorts from my hand, handed me a pair of size medium shorts and told me to try them on. I stared at her and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I went to try them on. She was right.
Why is there such a big difference in the mirror? I FEEL LARGE.