I’ve kind of stopped doing the 30 x 30. But I think I have a good reason. See, the other day, I started to notice that the pants that I had set aside for the challenge were getting a little loose. No problem – I just belted them, and that was that. Yesterday, though, I looked in the mirror and I looked so silly. So today, for the first time since August, I reached for my size 8s. Yeah, I know, they weren’t one of my thirty items. And I know, I really should have donated them to Goodwill. But I couldn’t. I even kind of berated myself a bit when I picked them up. They won’t fit, I told myself. You’re just going to hate yourself when they don’t button and they look terrible. It’s only six pounds. It couldn’t have made that big of a difference.
I looked at them in my hand, then at myself in the mirror. Screw that, another voice in my head said, Just try it. You won’t know unless you try it. And those other jeans were too big.
So I did. I closed my eyes and pulled them on. They were a bit tight in the calves (which is par for the course with skinny jeans. I have ridiculous calves. I chalk it up to my Basque genes) but up they went. And they buttoned. They FIT. Not like kind-of-fit or I’m-trying-really-hard-to-make-them-fit but FIT.
They’re a bit lower-rise than I’ve been wearing lately and I have to get used to that. I felt so exposed this morning that I had to ditch the top I was planning on wearing in favor of one that’s a little more flowy, and a cardigan on top.
Soooooooo there you have. That’s why I deviated from my 30×30 challenge. And I’m okay with it, honestly. I’m really proud of myself for sticking with WW (this is the beginning of week 4!) and there’ll be other 30×30 challenges to take part in. 🙂
This morning wasn’t all sunshine, though – some jerk knocked me over in the metro station (the floor was covered in this slick oily stuff). I accidentally brushed up against him on the escalator when I was walking down it, and I apologized! But he just slammed into me, and then had the nerve to tell ME to “watch where you’re going.” I now have this stiff crud from whatever was on the floor on my jeans and my jacket and my Coach bag, and my wrist and left side are killing me. I literally cannot believe how terrible some people are. Ugh.
PS. Unrelated, but I literally cried when I saw what’s happening in Egypt. Incredible.