Last March we cleaned out our junk/storage room on the third floor to make it a guest room and make the guest room the Fiendling’s room. I spent the following month up on a ladder painting while the Fiendling napped downstairs in the driveway, running up and down the stairs every ten minutes or so to check on him from the second floor. It wasn’t the greatest month.
In the clearing out process we photographed and listed a ton of stuff on Craigslist and various messageboards, some of which sold, most of which did not. In the mix were a ton of clothes that I decided that I’d never wear or never fit into again. Eventually we had to move the stuff that didn’t sell into the basement and closet, figuring we’d try again in a few months.
By December it was time for the stuff to go. I had some second thoughts about some of the more expensive items of clothing and put it aside, but in the end we donated about $600 (thrift store prices) worth of clothing in size 0 and XS, stuff I was confident would never fit me again. You know where this is going, right?
It turns out that just a few short months later I lost the rest of the weight. By February I’d lost all of the Fiendling weight too. I now weigh less than I did at my wedding. Aside from a few stomach flus and the great breakup of 2003 I am the skinniest I’ve ever been. The shirts aren’t a huge loss. My ribcage is permanently a size larger and those teeny tiny XS shirts are either 6 inches too short or, if I can get them on, busting at the seams. But the pants? Fuck. I don’t have a single pair of pants or shorts that fit me right now. This is not a problem I plan on complaining about. It’s just that I know that this extra-skinny me won’t last. I’m sure that as soon as I stop nursing full time some of the weight will come back and the a few pounds will sneak up on me over the summer when the recreational drinking resumes full-force. At some point my pants will fit again and will probably even be too tight again. But until then I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to spend money on a summer wardrobe that I could very likely grow out of by July. I hate the idea of buying shorts, pants and skirts that I’ll be dpressed about not being able to wear next summer. I guess there’s always Old Navy.
Jenn | 30-Apr-09 at 12:30 pm | Permalink
I say the economical route is to check out consignment shops…a lot of people seem to be getting rid of good stuff lately. Even if you only find pants/jeans, you could cut them down to shorts.
Nicole | 30-Apr-09 at 12:38 pm | Permalink
I don’t know- I didn’t gain the weight back from Olivia until I was pregnant again. Going into pregnancy #2, I weighed 15 lbs. less than I did going into pregnancy #1. And I had stopped bf’ing like a year prior. Maybe it’s permanent.
lora | 30-Apr-09 at 1:16 pm | Permalink
my weight and size has been all over the place these past 3 years.
i’m either trying to gain weight or lose it, depending on which way the wind blows.
i totally hear you on this, and feel your frustration!