Four years ago, I weighed 10% more than I do now. The more the merrier does not apply to this situation. Clothes never looked good. I also didn’t feel so good myself. Don’t get me wrong. I am not advocating people to feel bad for carrying around few extra pounds. I am only speaking for myself, comparing how I used to feel back then, to the older me today.
Shopping is easier. I no longer have to figure out how to hide the pudge from wherever the flesh squeezed out of ill fitting clothes. Everything just looks better on. I feel so much better about myself. Going to the gym is easier. Managing stress is easier. Everything just feels better, generally speaking.
Of course, keeping it off takes discipline. I gym. When I pick up extra weight, consciously watch what and how much I eat. Maintain healthy lifestyle. It takes more effort after taking time off to recover from the flu. Recovering from a heartache. An accident. A bad year at work. A bad day at home. A bad time with life in general. I must spring back to what I have committed to do.
I am waiting for someone as I have this random thought. I am wearing a pair of jeans from Zaras that fit me so well. It makes me happy to feel great in my own skin, wearing something that makes me feel beautiful.