Monday, September 28, 2009

Weighing In

Or not.

I have hit an odd moment in my life.  I don't have a freakin' clue what I weigh.  For most people this might not be unusual.  But for a recovering bulimic who up until she left England weighed herself several times a day (pretty much any time I wandered past the scale.  what can I say?  I'm obsessive.) this is MAJOR.  I did weigh myself a few times when we were home, but since the scale was at my parents home, and we weren't there too much, it was random.

Now, our scale is in holding (the movers hold your things for up to 3 months while you find a home), and although we've talked about getting a digital one I feel like that might be a bad idea.  

I don't need to know.  And while part of me wants to know, another part of me is scared I will be disappointed.  So why bother?  

I know this:  I'm pretty much a size 12, something I wasn't sure I would ever reach.  I think even my feet have shrunk a bit (a feat that's impressive since I have always had thin feet and hands) because a lot of size 11 shoes are just too big.  I tried on a bunch of Manolos the other day and every single size 11 fell off.  Like literally fell off, because they were too loose, even across the top.  So I now know I wear a 10.5 in Manolos (now to just figure out the Jimmy Choos and Louboutins).  

And those are the numbers I want to focus on.  The feel of clothing on me.  How comfortable I feel in my own skin.  

Lately.....I feel fucking fantastic.  That's good enough for me!


  1. I feel the same way that I don't care about my weight, it is how I feel in my clothes and skin. By the way we are the same size.

  2. Yes feeling comfortable is definitely key! :) And I used to weigh myself like that just from habit until the scale broke. Lol.

  3. I think as women we judge ourselves more harshly than we ever judge other women. I know I used to constantly (and still sometimes do) compare myself to other women to see how I measure up. Which is ridiculous. There have been days that I felt hot until G and I went out and I saw a woman I thought was stunning. I've made a conscious effort to change my mindset from, "Oh crap, I'll never look that good" to "Wow, she looks great. What is it I like about her outfit/look?" That way I am constantly aware of what about a person I perceive as pretty. And 9 times out of 10 it's because the person just looks comfortable in their own skin!