My weight has always been a little unstable. In college, it all started when I packed on the freshman 15 (and by 15, I mean 30). But then post-college I peeled it all off on Weight Watchers (vowing never to do it again). But of course, a few years of checked out snacking and TiVo, I crept back up again… Throw a failed marriage and a blown out thyroid in there, you’ve got a good 15 years of ping ponging between single and double digit pants.
Up until very recently, I’d been in double digit town for over 3 years, and had pretty much let go of any hope of ever fitting back into my “skinny clothes”. In fact, I brought all but my very favorite “skinny” items to the last SWAPmaine, and exchanged them beautiful things that actually fit me. Finally comfortable in my curvier body, I focused on building a fantastic wardrobe for the body I had, instead of punishing myself for the body I might never have again.
And then, I got sick. Continue reading