I just went shopping, for clothes, in normal-size shops!
When I was home at the weekend, my sisters chided me for not wearing clothes that fitted. When I put on my running gear, which I feel is skin-tight, their reaction was “yea, that’s what I’m talking about!”. I suck at clothes fullstop, so it’s nice that they look out for their big brother :).
We had a bit of fun as I tried on my Dad’s clothes, and I surprised myself when I could fit into his gear. He’s not a slim guy, but he’s “much slimmer than I am”, which inspired me to head off to the shops this evening and see how close I am to fitting into high-street clothes.
It turns out, pretty damn close! The designer shops are a little further away, but give it a couple of months’ and the cheap-and-cheerful places will fit me. In fact, I bought a couple of shirts and jeans that are a little too small now, but which hopefully won’t be for long. This also acts as a yardstick for going back again (I loathe big retail parks): when these clothes fit, I know that it’s worth paying another visit.
Can’t post an in-progress picture without a before!
Not bad. I’ve got a way to go, but I feel like I’m hitting that “normal overweight” point, the sort of fatness where most people think “Holy fuck! I can’t shop in normal stores anymore ‚Äî I better lose some weight!”. I have only vague memories of reaching this milestone on the way up and I can’t remember ever finding shopping for clothes pleasurable. There was one time, when I was around 15, when I finally managed to find a pair of jeans that fitted baggy enough for that 90s baggy-jeans look; the memory is vivid: I did a fist-pump in the changing room and felt happy relief, immediately after paying I got changed in a McDonalds toilet!
I already know that as soon as I can, I will go crazy on clothes: I see bespoke suits and designer outfits in my future, there is 15-years’ worth of repressed fashionista waiting to be let loose on my creditcards!