You ladies are sooooo right! I remember being a size 20(a few years ago) and it WAS comfortable. Sounds strange, doesn't it? But let me explain why...
I was 250 pounds(give or take) and a size 20. I was comfortable in my skin because I had nothing to prove. I didn't have to prove that I looked good in a bathing suit... I just didn't wear one! I didn't have to prove that I had the will power to eat healthy... I wasn't expected to! I didn't have to prove that I could walk a mile or run one in 7 minutes as NO ONE expected that I could! No one expected me to do any of those things... mainly myself! There was no risk of failure... there was no risk of falling flat on my face while walking in heels cause hell, I couldn't even balance in the the damn things, moreless walk across a room!
Weightloss is not just a journey that we go through... it's one that you take all of your family and friends along with you. Hubby is probably sitting over there going... hmm, 145? Yeah, well... let's not reach so high... how about 180? More because he doesn't want to see me fail and become discouraged. Not so much because he doesn't think that I can do it! Friends as well as family
members are probably afraid to say anything about noticed
weight loss for fear that it wasn't as much as they thought... or... actually, there doesn't have to be a particular reason... just fear itsself is enough.
One week ago today when I made a mini goal I was so damn happy! Wednesday is the day I go to bingo with my mother and sister for some weekly girl time... they work actual jobs(LOL) so I go early to save seats for the 3 of us. Well, I was so excited that I waited for hubby to come home so I could show him that I could now fit into my size 16 jeans as I had already told him of the number that the scale read earlier on the phone.
I was bouncing off the walls and shrieking with every word that escaped from my mouth about the great news!!! Tears of joy were running down my face! He just looked at me and said, "oh, that's great honey". No big hug... no jumping up and down with me... no big huge smile...
I was somewhat upset that I was late for my girl's night out for this...
THIS is the reaction my good news brought???? Now a week later... I can see and somewhat understand that it's fear that brings these types of moments. Not only was
I more comfortable in a size 20... so was he. As he didn't have to face the fear of saying the wrong thing. Trust me when I say I never...
ever... asked, "how do these pants make my a@@ look?"!
So there, that's my therory on weight loss and fear. It's not just one sided... it is a monster that resides in everyone that is close to the weight loss-ee as well...