The other night I went out to dinner for my Brunswick bestie’s birthday. It was a small little dinner with a few friends and significant others. I wanted to pull together a look that was “fall-y” since we were finally having some cooler weather.
So I pulled out a pair of jeans that I don’t think I’ve worn in probably 6 months. I truthfully don’t know how to feel when I tell you that they were uncomfortable to be in or to look at myself in. I could zip them but there was a significant amount on “muffin top” going on. These amazing teal corduroy bell bottoms were the only long pants in my closet that would fit me.
As some one who has struggled with an eating disorder this is almost something to be proud of. However, I’m not proud. I’m annoyed that it means that I’ve been slacking off going to the gym even though it’s something that makes me happy. I know that it means that I need to add more veggies to my weekend diet and drinking less the whole week.
So as I write this I am wearing gym clothes because I did a 30 minute treadmill interval workout, I had a salad for lunch and chicken noodle soup for dinner. I’m making my way back to balance as opposed to leaning heavily into restriction or indulgence.
The first outfit I put together was not exactly suited for 70 degree weather so get ready to see that later on this year but I did up putting together a fall-friendly outfit that still made me over dressed for my BFF’s birthday dinner (and I didn’t care one bit!).