I went shopping on Saturday for the first time in ages. It was a very productive trip. I finally found the leopard print shirt I’ve been looking for since my Saturday Fashion Challenge months ago. (Anyone else ever challenge themselves like that?) I also found an amazing pair of jeans at LOFT that make me look two sizes smaller. Overall I was happy with this shopping trip despite learning one thing: I’m now a size 12 for the first time in almost six years.
A few weeks ago I wrote about #operationskinny. I even took pictures of the healthy food that I was eating. I got loads of encouragement and a lot of people showing support. What I haven’t shared with on my blog is that #operationskinny ended several weeks ago. You can say it ended faster than it began. Was it out of laziness? No. For once I can say that it was not due to my procrastination or excuses. I even bought myself a new knee brace so that I could continue exercise. But, after a week, the pain came back with a vengeance and I had to stop exercising.
I don’t know what made me think that my knee would heal on its own. In my office visit a week ago, the doctor did a physical exam and assessed the condition of my knee. He said my knee will never heal on its own, and he was pretty sure that I tore my medial meniscus. That explains my knee pain. Tomorrow I get a knee MRI. We won’t know how bad the tear actually is until after the results. No matter how extensive the tear is in my knee, I will need surgery to correct the problem. Needless to say, until I find out how bad this is and until I recover from surgery, operation skinny is postponed until further notice.
Is a size 12 the end of the world? Obviously not. I try not to gripe about the number, as I know plenty of other women struggle with weight. A size 12 doesn’t define who I am, but when I used to be able to shop in the same store and walk out with size 6 clothing, it’s a blow to my ego.
For the past year I have been living in mostly T-shirts and yoga pants. The worst thing about this is that it’s a rut. Yoga pants expand with you, and if you’re not careful, you could end up busting out of them before you restock your wine supply.
I guess all I’m trying to say is that I’m finally getting things taken care of. I don’t know when I’ll be scheduled for surgery, nor do I know how much longer it will take me to recover to begin exercising again. I hope sooner rather than later, because I need to be college hot again before I get knocked up. And that’s the gospel truth.