On Friday night, I was determined to go the gym, but I stopped at the mall across the street first and decided to go to my old stand-by, Lane Bryant.
So, I poked around the sales rack and picked up a few size 14 items. And...drum roll please...nothing fit. The salesperson, Jennifer, made a face when I came out of the dressing room, and said, "Honey, the clothes here don't fit you anymore." When I first started shopping at Lane Bryant, roughly five years ago, I kept expecting salespeople to tell me I was in the wrong store. But the 14-16s fit, and no one said anything. But now, after losing all this weight, the unexpected has finally occurred: I am no longer plus-sized.
I must have looked bewildered when Jennifer gave me the news. (Now, some backstory here: Jennifer is always at Lane Bryant and she has helped me pick out clothes since I moved to Richmond last September. She has seen me throughout this entire weight loss journey.) So, on Friday, after I tried on the clothes, she turned to me and asked how much weight I had lost, and I replied that I had lost about 55 pounds.
All of a sudden, she grabbed her purse and told her coworker, "I'm going to take her to Old Navy and help her find some clothes. I'll be back in an hour." She told her coworker to call if things got busy. So we walked through the mall to the Old Navy and she helped me to select a number of items. And she kept telling random Old Navy salespeople, 'This girl lost 55 pounds. She used to be a size 20 and now she's a size 12.'
I ended up buying a pair of size 12 jeans and a size medium sweater. I can't thank Jennifer enough for taking the time to help me and for being proud of me. It was an amazing experience.
In other news, I worked out twice over the weekend and managed to stay pretty much within my daily points, despite drinking a little too much wine on Friday night. I'm planning on going to the gym after work and doing the treadmill or elliptical and then taking a Pilates class. Happy Monday everyone.