Measurements and Musings

Time for an update, I think!

Since my last update, I’ve been doing well at continuing to go to the gym (well, mostly my aqua aerobics classes, but that still counts!) I’ve also been more pleased with, or at least at peace with what my body looks like naked.

However, ‘naked’ is the key term here. I recently had to go clothes shopping for an interview outfit, and the process of trying to find clothes in my size did some serious damage to my self esteem. Today, I have to go out again, this time for a graduation outfit, and I have to admit that I am nervous enough about the process to have spent some time this morning googling various size measurements and waist – to – hip ratios to try and assure myself that all clothing manufacturers are stupid, and that my body is beautiful and that everything will be fine. Basically psyching myself up for the day ahead.

The anxiety that shopping induces in me is also the reason that I am currently still wearing jeans from two years ago, even though they are torn, because I just cannot face having to go out and confront my weight gain in the public forum which is a fitting room.

But here is the thing, my current measurements would put me at a size 18 according to the size charts of a range of clothing lines. And yet, none of my clothes that I wear on a daily basis match those measurements. I spend my time wearing size 14 and 16 mostly (UK sizes.)

Where does this discrepancy come from? Well, there are three things I can think of.

1.The clothes I wear are old, and therefore sizes may have changed or they items themselves may be stretched in a way that enables them to still fit my body. (This is probably most true of my size 14 skinny jeans that I’m refusing to throw out.)

2. Clothing isn’t designed to fit someone who is shaped like me. I have a waist to hip difference of almost ten inches, and that difference is created by a combination of a round bum and stomach fat which sits low on my body. These factors combine together to mean that trousers that fit at the waist squish my belly in to the most horrendous mess, and trousers that manage to flatter or conceal my belly make me look boxy by failing to highlight the womanly curve from hip to waist, and don’t fit around my bum. Combine that with my comparatively small boobs and wide back, and you begin to see the problem.

3. I am slightly in denial about the weight I have gained, and therefore choose clothes to try on that don’t reflect my current shape.

In reality, it is most likely a combination of all of these, and whilst it is easy to sit here and write candidly about these things, it’s much harder to keep that perspective once you are in your fifth changing room staring in the mirror and hating what you see and item after item refuses to do up or flatter your shape. Incidentally, this is the reason that, back in 2014, when I last found jeans that looked great and fitted me perfectly, I bought 4 pairs, two in a size 14 and 2 in a size 16. (I still wear them to this day, although admittedly the 14’s are currently a little snug.)

So, what’s a girl to do? Well, longer term, this girl is going to continue going to the gym whilst also trying to love the body she has. Short term, she’s going to take a tape measure shopping with her, so she can pick items that fit her measurements, and try to ignore whatever number on the tag comes with that.

 

Until next time!

Dani x

 

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Join me on the bandwagon!

A scary thing has happened – my sugar-obsessed boyfriend has decided to join me on my sugar-free journey!

Not going to lie, I am both excited and slightly scared – what happens when both people in a relationship are having a sugar-related melt down?! I’m joking of course. It feels great to have his support, especially because when he gave me a kiss after having secretly eaten a Snickers bar the other day I could have killed him!

“Have you been eating CHOCOLATE!? And now you’re giving me chocolate flavour kisses? You have got to be joking!”

Bless him – poor boy! I’ve no idea why he puts up with me.

We both suffered from the weight gain that everyone warns you about once you are in a happy relationship – ‘love pounds’ as I like to think of them. And now he’d recovered from a 15 month injury (!) he seems committed to starting to work out as a couple again.

‘Oh that’s so cute!’ I hear you say. I thought so too, until Sunday morning rolled around….

Woosh! The duvet disappears and there is my keen and hyper boyfriend, standing there, ready for the day and expecting me to share his enthusiasm for mornings.

“Get up! I’m better and now we can work out together” he beams at me.

I groan at him and protest that “No, I don’t want to get up and work out. It’s Sunday Run-Day.”

“Oh” he says, undeterred, “Are you going for a run?”

“No…” I mumble begrudgingly. (To be fair, it was pouring with rain.)

Damn it, he is not to be dissuaded it seems! My case wasn’t helped by the fact that I had in fact been watching a Buzzfeed ‘We tried couple’s workouts for a week’ video when he’d come in to the room.

Cue some classic Rihanna tunes of Spotify, and minutes later we were jointly trying to squat, sit-up and press-up our way to newly improved bodies, whilst also sharing the dawning realisation that we were both super weak.

All in all, it felt great to have my best friend by my side and cheering me on, even if I wished that our Sunday lie-in could have lasted for a little while longer! If we keep working out together, hopefully we will soon be able to do some of those ‘couples workouts’ without one of us falling and crushing the other!

 

Until next time,

 

Dani x