I Will Never Be a Size Six

Ever notice when you go shopping that the only sizes that ever seem to be left on the rack during a sale or extra small or size six. Or that all the of the clothes are sized to fit women with no hips, so unless I accidentally landed on the planet stick women... I am in trouble.

I think the last time I was a size six was when I was six. It wouldn't matter if I lost enough weight to make me skeletal... I will just never be a size six. I was born with useless child bearing hips and there is just no way to get rid of them and last time I checked... I have an ass. So why is it that designers still insist, even after sales prove that women need larger sizes, on using size zero or size one as their base size. Can't they get it through their thick skulls that the average women today is a size twelve... not a six...

I have also come to the conclusion that designers also think that all women are 6'5" tall... every pair of cuffed pants I tried on were at least 6" too long... which is odd because I am almost 5'8" and about a year and a half ago, I couldn't find pants long enough... go figure, huh! But it doesn't just stop at pants. For two months I tried to find a new winter coat. Every single coat didnt' fit me in the hips or if they did, the top half of the coat was way to big. Everything I look at or pick up to try on is designed for women with no hips. It's beyond frustrating!

So unless I get in a time machine and go back to grade one... don't count on me being a size six...

Then I have my other foreboding issue, my weight. I have twenty five pounds to lose before I return to my doctor. So far I have lost about five pounds. I did that by not eating crap over Christmas break. That leaves twenty more to go. Not only do I have to lose the rest of the weight, but I need to keep it off, for good. I am not good at exercising. I hate aerobics due to their boring repetitive nature. I can't run, I have shin issues, biking can really only be done in the warm months and that fact that I don't own one is a bit of a problem. I have tried for years to find something that fits. Something that will help me lose and maintain weight loss. Each time I try a new exercise I quit after week because the results aren't coming quick enough. I am always disappointed each and every time.

I have finally found that something. For a while now I have been thinking about doing it, but was never sure how to get started. Then V told me exactly how. A week ago I started doing Yoga and am LOVING IT. Though I am uncoordinated and not very graceful, I have surprised myself at just how flexible I actually am. There are moves I just can't master, someday I hope I can, but for now the ones I am doing are amazing. Though the moves are sometimes tough and I am exhausted when I am done, I still feel energized and strong at the end of each session. There is much more to discover and I can't wait to do it each day. Right now I am doing it in the evenings, but my goal is to start each morning with an hour of yoga, starting tomorrow. I have also promised myself to do Yoga every day even if it is only fifteen minutes. If I can't do that for myself, than what can I do.

Hopefully by the time the spring rolls around I will be feeling better about myself and a few pounds lighter. The other thing I have started to teach myself is patience. I don't have any, but am slowly learning. One day at a time.

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