On a happy side note, I decided to play "fashion show" this morning.  It seems like a lot to cram into Monday, what with weigh-in and school drop off.  I assure you it was not intentional.  My clean clothes were sitting in a hamper in the laundry room (and have been for a week now...for some reason it's SO hard to get those clean clothes upstairs and folded) and it was just two much effort to trek down two flights and back up again.  So I decided to work within my closet.  My first test was a super cute pair of Lilly Pulitzer capri pants I was given at Christmas time.  I loved them and didn't have the heart to tell the giver that I'd be lucky to squeeze my calf into the thigh area much less my ass!  But as I do with many articles of clothing, I put them in the "when I lose weight" section of my closet.  Some may have been eaten by moths now...who knows!  At any rate, I take these out now and again as a "check" to see how the actual weight loss numbers translate to my actual body.  The last time I tried these was about 3 weeks ago.  I managed to pull them over my sausage thighs and just barely zipped them.  However, one wrong breath and they'd have blown.  Today, while still tight on the thighs, they pulled on with considerably less effort.  The zipper went up And while not comfortable or suitable for public viewing, I can see light at the end of the tunnel.  That prompted me to grab an old pair of white cargo capri pants from J Crew...a size 8 that I have not dared to go near.  Low and behold, those slid on and probably could have been worn if I'd given myself 30 minutes of stretch out time.  I was in SHOCK.  Those have been sitting in my "I can't get rid of pile because I love them too much and there is no reason why I can't wear them again" pile since the pre-baby days.  In the end I went with an old standby sun dress I picked up at the Gap for $5 bucks.  In my chub days it made me look pregnant unless I sucked in.  It was worn mostly around the house.  Today I wore it out and it actually looked like I assume it was imagined to look on a non-maternity body.

I have been holding onto one item of clothes from 8 years ago.  They are a fabulous pair of capri jeans from J Crew that I had worn just enough times to be soft but not to the point of tearing.  I have NEVER been able to get rid of these as they were what I wore the night I met my husband (well, I guess it was technically the second time we met, but it was the time we decided we liked each other....OK, collective "Awwwww, how sweet").  For one, they are one of those sentimental pieces of clothing (why we women do this I have no idea....I can't imagine my husband holding onto any piece of clothing for an emotional reason).  Secondarily, I looked HOT in those damn pants.  Even before the pregnancy these were not a part of my wardrobe anymore (once you get to that "I'm going to be with this person for the rest of my life" stage you sort of let yourself go a little bit).  I kept them in my dresser for years, even after the arrival of our little girl.  I have not tried them on in a long long long time.  I know better than that.  I finally put them in a box of clothes that will never fit again but I cannot bear to part with and moved that box to the basement (Don't worry, it's a small box).  Like the last time I decided to play fashion show in my closet (http://20lbstogo.blogspot.com/2010/04/walking-through-time.html) I feel I may be getting cocky.  I think I might just go down and open the box and take out that beloved article of clothing.  Even while the wheels are turning in my head, I know this is a colossal mistake.  I once called these "standing pants"...you know, the kind that you look great in from a vertical perspective, but if you transitioned to a sitting position no matter how skinny you'd still have a muffin top spilling over the waistline and your ass crack would be hanging out on the other side.  They are the super low rise kind that I could wear back in the day.  And let's face it, most of the time when I wear them I'd be going out where you are standing at a bar trying to attract attention, not sitting down trying to pull your shirt down over the stomach spill and protruding thong.  I know I will never wear these again, but that is not to say I won't try them on just as a means of torture.  Luckily my day is pretty busy and I don't think I'll have time to hit the basement in search of my former self.

I hope you all have good weigh ins this week.  Just think, with the warmer weather, lighter meals are the thing to do.  Stay strong weight loss warriors.  Until next time, happy healthy eating!