I've never really felt the need to be a size 0- I guess that may be because my sister has been one all her life and I know it's not as great as the popular media makes it seem. I've always preferred the look of a curvy woman (circa 1950's style).
I'd say that I've surpassed my own goals in the sense that I probably look exactly like how I imagined my ideal self to be when I was overweight.
It's just the little imperfections that get me from time to time- chubby face, pudgy belly, flabby arms. The sort of stuff that genetics hands down to you and, if you're smart, you'll accept that they will stay with you whether you're 90 lbs or 290 lbs, but if you're like me, you'll think losing a pound or two will fix it.
I'm getting to that size too- where people tell me I've lost too much weight. I know I'm getting there since I'm a ridiculous pear shape and any weight you'll see me lose will be from my upper body- which means my rib cage is now sticking out and my boobs are rapidly disappearing- but it's terribly difficult to look away from the number on the scale. I tried to switch to measurements and told myself to be happy with my extremely skinny waist but it is so tough to forsake the scale!
Last edited by imperialistic; 02-18-2014 at 04:48 PM.
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