I don’t know if I’m sensitive to weight issues these days or what, but this past week I got several comments that left me scratching my head.
To start, remember the server who assumed I was going to eat a giant cheeseburger? Well, I had lunch at that restaurant again, and she made a point of saying hello and introducing herself to me–even though she was neither my waiter nor my server for the day. Oops, maybe she overheard me try to joke about her fatty assumptions last time, and maybe she felt bad about it. Maybe it was just coincidence.
By the weekend, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I hit the two month mark of my new lifestyle, hit (and maintained) a total 15-pound weight loss, and discovered I needed to shop for smaller clothes! Hubby and I hit the mall. I’m short (5’2”) and need a short inseam on pants, so I try to shop the petite sections when possible. I was excited that I’m no longer a size 14/16 (14 on a good day!) and am cruising into 12/14 territory, which means the petite section of a lot of stores is now available to me. While looking at the suit pants in the petite section of Ann Taylor, the saleswoman sternly reminded me I was in the petite section, as if I’d waddled over there by mistake. I encountered something similar at Brooks Brothers. (However, the folks at Banana Republic were friendlier. I tried on a pair of size 12 jeans there and nearly wet them when they fit! I even dragged Hubby into the dressing room to see my success. Okay, I could stand to lose a couple more pounds until they fit perfectly but, d*mnit, I bought them, anyway–I deserved it!)
That night, Hubby and I tried a new hibachi restaurant. We were seated next to another couple about my age. The thin wife looked at me after our super-skinny waitress left and said, “I want to eat what she eats–she’s so skinny!” I polished off the shrimp and veggies on my plate, but only had a few bites each of the rice and noodles. The wife looked at me again and said, “Wow, you have self-restraint. I ate everything!” I didn’t know if this woman was just a chatty Cathy, or if she saw me as something other than a fat slob (which was how I was feeling at Ann Taylor and Brooks Brothers) and more as a kindred spirit who tries to live a healthy lifestyle. Which would be awesome.
Despite the mixed comments, I’m feeling jazzed about my healthy lifestyle. Yes, fitting into a pair of size 12 jeans helped, but I’m excited that I’ve hit the two month mark and I’m still going strong. In fact, on Sunday I jogged around the neighborhood and just. Felt. Great. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, there was a slight breeze, the neighbors were all out and smiling, and I discovered an alley still packed with fragrant flowers despite the cool weather. I wasn’t straining to breathe as I jogged, and I probably jogged at least a mile, upwards to 1.5 mile. (Not consecutively, but I jogged most of the 2 miles of my neighborhood trek).
For the first time, I felt powerful in my body. Ann Taylor and Brooks Brothers? They can’t take that feeling away from me.