One of my big moments was going shopping with a friend that was also plus-sized, and us looking though the jeans, probably at Fashion Bug. She was pulling some left and right to try on, and I . . . well, I wasn't. I don't remember all of that day clearly anymore, but at some point I realized that there was not one pair of jeans in the entire store that would even begin to fit me. And to realize that I was too big even for the plus sizes? That hit me pretty hard.
I excused myself and went to one of the bigger stores to find the restroom so I had a place to hide in for crying. And I could not stop. I eventually had to come out and face my friend and explain why I was still crying.
Just how on earth did I let that happen? Was I in that much denial? Was I that out of tune with my body? I probably lived in stretch pants for at least a year, and I guess they kind of grew right along with me.
Soon after I had that same friend take my "before" photos, and used the scale at work to weigh myself. And I got myself in gear. It's been a very long, bumpy road since then, but I've lost over 100 pounds since. I'd like to lose about that much more. I still have the occasional defining moments, but that was my first major one.
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