It's been another week, and it's been a mixed bag of emotions. I have had some awesome moments and some down ones too.
The awesome-- I needed to buy more clothes again because I just couldn't pull off my baggy work pants any more. I grabbed 6 pairs to try on. I always grab multiple sizes because I usually think the smaller size will fit and it doesn't. I grabbed two size 12s, three size 10s, and one size 8, because it was on a crazy sale.
I got into the dressing room and decided to try on the size 8 first, and just get it out of the way. I knew it wouldn't fit, but I thought it might be close enough that I could buy it at the sale price and have it for when I lost more weight. As I pulled them up to my hips I scrunched my face in confusion as I didn't need to wiggle to pass the barrier. Then, as I fastened the button, raised the zipper, and closed the claps (work trousers are serious business) I couldn't believe they fit. A SIZE 8! What the hell? I gladly returned the untouched 10s and 12s to the rack and grabbed another size 8 in a different brand to make sure this wasn't a fluke. It fit too!
This was a great milestone, but the week wasn't all smiles. I didn't get in a single workout. No run, nothing. I just couldn't find a time in my schedule with working a surprise 7 days straight at my work and a tough time catching up on my sleep. I did manage to get more steps than I have in a while though.
I was pretty on track with my calories too, until my day day with my toddler. We went shopping ate lunch, and stopped in at The Cheesecake Factory for half priced cheesecake. I splurged on a flavor I have never gotten before that's loaded layers of chocolate and generously topped with ganache (my favorite thing). I didn't bother to look at the calories until I entered my meal into My Fitness Pal later. That one slice of cheesecake was 1370 calories! That's more than I eat in a day! It was tasty and a very rare thing, but I can't help but think that one slice is what I saw on the scale.