My best friend called with such a great random little story that I wanted to share.
Her boyfriend (who I only met once this summer) was apparently facebook stalking my pictures today and commented on how great I looked and that he’s gonna take up running if running means I got my body to where it is from where it was.
I thought it was such a cute comment and huge compliment!
I’m may jump on the the bandwagon of some horrid “candid before pics” and the progression of pictures.
So yesterday I wore my new compression tights and I really enjoyed them for a few reasons. They kept me warm and loose which was good, but what I REALLY liked was that when I wore them the top of my thighs BARELY touched. I mean my upper legs are making some serious progress, but damn I would almost consider wearing those compression tights everyday as pants (sadly some of my tiny students do wear tights as pants – TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS).
The past few weeks I’ve been trying to get “one last wear” out of a number of pairs of pants before I consign/sell them.
Well today I am wearing XL knit pants from NY&Co that I love, but they are waaaaay big. Like creep down my hips every step I take and I’d have to pull them up every so often. Well this morning I was walking across campus holding two cups of coffee and my pants were really sliding low to the point that I stepped on the cuff and they almost fell down!
I had two cups of coffee in my hands and didn’t know what to do. It was both scary and hilarious. Luckily I was able to put the coffees down on a bench and pull my pants up! Needless to say today is the last day I’m wearing these pants.
I’m skipping WIW this week because these are the only numbers I care about. (Can someone tell me what the split means – is that the halfway point? – I need to learn more about splits in general and how to track them etc).
Please note my “unofficial” time that I kept on my ipod that did not include the bathroom break was 2:11:54
Oh and another NSV – my mom insisting on buying me some clothes while I was home because my stuff is getting stupid big. I fit EVERY pair of 12s I tried on and most medium shirts. Say what?
I just had to share my outfit since I feel really cute today – I even wore wedges which makes me like 6’ tall today!
Please note that these may be the last time I wear these pants because they are getting very baggy.
So I finally had to consign/sell some of my designer clothes because they were too big. The employees were drooling and like fighting over who gets my clothes! I expect to make bank when it all sells. While I was there I tried on size 12 Calvin Klein shorts and they were a tad too big so I passed on 12s! I also tried on these crop pants in a size 10 and they zipped – now it WASN’T pretty, but they zipped. What?!? I passed since by the time they’ll fit it will be too cold to wear them and by next summer I’m gonna be wearing single digits – which I never thought was possible, but it is in my future!
I bought a new dri fit running t-shirt this weekend from the bookstore on campus and I went to what I thought was the women’s rack of shirts and grabbed a Large and an XL. I went and tried them on and the XL fit better. Fine whatever I was ok with buying an XL. Well it wasn’t until I then looked closer at the tag to see it was a YOUTH XL. I bought it anyway and feel extra good about myself!
After some internal debate I decided to post the pictures I took of myself in 14s and 12s at Ann Taylor yesterday – yeah I’m sneaky like that I didn’t tellya that I took pics too!
**Please ignore my white midsection as opposed to my golden/tan arms**
The past week or so has consisted of this:
I love my current job. I do, but living so far from my loved ones has taken a toll on me and I miss city life. So I have been job searching. I actually had two interviews in NY while I was home. After my first interview I withdrew as a candidate – I COULD NOT see myself working there. My second interview had a lot going for it. More money, great location, great job perks (like a free 2 bedroom apartment), new and challenging job responsibilities. For lots of reasons I didn’t let myself think about the parts of the job that would be problematic. Well I was supposed to hear about that job last Friday. I didn’t hear from them and assumed the worst. I also hated NOT KNOWING. I had a lot of things I was putting on hold until I knew if I was staying or leaving. I have a feeling if I got the job I would have taken in it, but in hindsight it’s for the best I’m not leaving. I have a lot of unfinished business here. On Monday I got the call that I didn’t get the job. It stung – I mean nobody likes rejection, but I got up, dusted myself off and look forward to the future.
Back to Friday after I didn’t hear about the job. I made the rash decision to join okcupid. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. I had not even been considering doing so, but some flash of rage? brilliance?I don’t exactly know made me do it. I guess if I’m gonna be here for another couple of months, I may as well make the most of it and have fun. Well let me tell you I am apparently a hot commodity – I guess it doesn’t hurt that I’m 35 pounds svelter than I used to be. Two guys thus far have really piqued my interest and I actually have a date with one of them on Friday – good for him for cutting to the chase. Why talk to someone for weeks, just to go out and be like “ummm…no.” So we shall see. He’s from the Northeast too…typical. I ALWAYS find the transplants down here to date. Regardless of how anything turns out – it’s been a good self esteem boost.
So Saturday I once again did my monthly closet purge and rediscovered quite a few items of clothing. What I am MOST excited about is my SEAT BELT – BELT that I bought my FRESHMEN YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. We’re talking 1997. Well the belt fits better than it ever has and it’s flippin’ awesome. So Saturday night I was judging a talent show on campus and wore cute new (well new to me because they fit) jeans, my seat belt-belt, and just look cute over all. During the talent show I get a text from one of my friends in my improv group inviting me for drinks. I tell her sure and I’ll meet her after the talent show. Well I get to the bar and my friend is at a table with like 10 people. 10 people all with ph.Ds. I should mention my friend is an english professor at the college we work at and she’s out with like the english/theatre department because they all went to some coworkers wedding earlier. The guy sitting next to my friend moved down one so I can sit next to her since I don’t know anyone else. My gosh I was scared of trying to keep up with their ph.D. level conversations (I only have a lowly masters degree). Turns out my fantastic conversational skills and overall intelligence kept me in the loop. Oh and also a number of the people have seen me perform in my improv group and thought I was funny which never hurts. ANYWAY. I end up talking most of the night with the guy who gave me his chair. He is a nerdy-hipster-geek-chic english professor who is SO NOT MY TYPE, but I was intrigued nonetheless. Good conversations. I should also mention most of the table was HAMMERED at this time which was entertaining. I only had 2 glasses of wine (they mind you had been there for a while and drank at a wedding). We all parted ways and I went home and of course looked him up on facebook, but I RESTRAINED myself. Well turns out the next day he friends me and we’ve been messaging a bit. So we shall see.
So now knowing that I’m not moving anytime soon. I am signing up for the Divas Half marathon on 10/3. I am so pumped!!! The weather on Long Island in October should be brisk and lovely – I can’t wait. I’m also glad I’m not moving because I was afraid all the chaos that comes with moving hundreds of miles would derail my running/weight loss. I’m excited to keep up with my routine and stay focused.
I gotta jet…I’m off to my FIRST SPIN CLASS EVER (I’m scared and excited)!!!
Ever since I’ve lost weight I have been crossing my legs differently,
more “lady like”
and with minimal effort.
I have loooooong legs -like need to buy “tall pants” – and crossing my legs has always been awkward thanks to the combo of being overweight and having long legs. My default crossed legs were more of the “guy cross” with my ankle over my knee. Well over the past few weeks I’ve noticed my default leg cross has been the “lady” cross of knee on knee/upper thigh. I really think the lady cross verses the guy cross requires more effort? muscle?SOMETHING and I now possess whatever that is. It’s funny I’m sitting here right now at my desk at work with my legs crossed ladystyle under my desk and I don’t ever recall doing that before recently. I would do the guy cross. So interesting.