Mom and I went on an impromptu walk last night that ended in an unexpected adventure.
I was getting a little stir-crazy in my house and decided to take a quick walk around the neighborhood. As I passed close to Mom's house, I decided to stop in to see how her kitchen was looking and to ask if she wanted to join me on my walk.
After looking at everything in her kitchen that had been accomplished since the last time I'd seen it, we headed out on the walk. I had planned to go around the neighborhood, but she suggested we take the walking trail instead since it was getting quite dark. I agreed. After a little while, we noticed two women from our church sitting on the trail with glow sticks. We stopped to chat with them and discovered that the 1st Annual Moon Walk and Run was about to start. We learned that for $15 we could walk 1 mile in the moonlight and get movie tickets, a t-shirt, and a glow stick to wear around our necks. Mom and I discussed it and decided to do it. Since the organizers know Mom, they let us walk without paying; we promised to pay them on Sunday.
Here's where the small success comes in. As we were signing up, a volunteer asked us what size shirt we wanted. This question at events such as these always cause me agony because it's rare that they have a shirt that would fit me. I always ask for the largest shirt possible (usually a 3x) and more often than not even the 3x is tight around my chest and hips. I looked at the volunteer and said I didn't need a shirt - why go through the humiliation? Then I remembered that I've lost weight. A lot of weight. I glanced over at Mom and asked what size shirt she thought I should get. She had the volunteer hold up a 1x so she could gauge how big it was, then pronounced that we'd both get a 1x.
A 1x??? Was she insane? I don't wear 1x's. A 2x maybe, but not a 1x! I took the shirt, figuring I could hold on to it until I've lost a little more weight, so it wouldn't be a total waste. Mom pulled her shirt on over the shirt she was already wearing and encouraged me to do the same. Yikes! I hate trying on clothes and having them end up too small - talk about a confidence deflator!
Sighing, I pulled it on and it fit! It even fit over my 3x, way-too-big-for-me shirt! I thought I'd start crying, it seemed so miraculous. I wear a 1x t-shirt. Woohoo!!!
I need to stop wearing my too big clothes. They are what I've known for so long that it's kind of hard to part with them. And, I hate buying new clothes, I think I've mentioned that before, haven't I? *smile* However, the rush I felt from being able to wear a 1x t-shirt was amazing. It made me realize how far I've come and motivates me to keep pushing forward. Who knows? Maybe someday soon I'll actually fit into a LARGE!
Sigh. That will be awesome.
5 comments:
That's beyond wonderful. I'm tickled for you! I've always wanted to buy t-shirts when we are traveling (I know some people think they are lame, but I love them) but they don't come in my size ever.
I don't think this is a small success, I think it's a huge one, just long in the making! :) That is so great for you!
Large?! LARGE?! What the heck! You'll be in a large next month. I'm looking forward to buying you MEDIUMS! The walk was fun, huh? You didn't mention that we won the walking part (except for the little girl and her dad, whom we couldn't catch no matter how fast I thought we were walking!). And I'm really glad we finished before the runners did.
I think the Moon Light Walk sounds like so much fun. I am feeling guilty after reading this post. I just finished a bag a peanut clusters, not the big kind, but still. Why can't I just stick with the home-grown tomatoes?
I think the moonlight walk sounds like a great idea, too! And that's awesome about the t-shirt. And thanks for the phone call, sorry I haven't called you back, yet.
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