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June 10, 2003 Okay, so if you have kept up with me from the last little bit, then you are already aware that I have been on a diet since the last week of April. For those who didnt know, I have been on a diet since the last week of April. The results have been amazing! I cant wait to get into the first major goal of the smaller sized jeans I bought. However for the time being I succeeded in something I have been waiting over ten years for. I can finally fit into one of my very favorite tshirts. I know it sounds like a small thing but for me it is a huge step up the mountain, and while there will still be some rocky patches, this is after all a lifestyle change and I expect to make it nonetheless. I bought this shirt over ten years ago, probably more like eleven. It was at a time when I was with my now ex-husband. We went on a big long week vacation driving everywhere. At the time I was living in Holland, beautiful place with wonderful people and a fun culture. We decided to drive through Belgium, Germany, and England. When we passed through London I was amused to see a Hard Rock Cafi there. I realize now they are all over the place and Im not quite as interested in it as I was when I was younger. However when I was there they had the sweetest shirt that I just had to have. You know the feeling, theres no way you can allow yourself to walk out of there without it. Literally you wouldnt fall asleep easily because your mind would be on that one thing or if by chance you were a lucky person who doesnt suffer from insomnia and you could sleep, you might dream about it. Either way I had to have it and so I bought it. I loved it, wore it with jeans and miniskirts, wore it all the time. People complimented on it, pointed at it, asked about it, and I raved about it. I dont know why but it was the best shirt Id ever had. Possibly it was because it was black with a beautiful blue logo and of course the words Hard Rock Cafi and then in a sweet looking blue/green color was the word London. Maybe it was because I just loved it, somehow it called to me, needed me, it was mine. Soon after that I became pregnant with my sweet cheeks and thus ended the ability to wear the shirt. As my stomach grew the shirt shrunk and I couldnt wear it. Believe it or not I missed it. Most of the time I was distracted by the amazing new wonders going on with my body and getting ready to spoil my baby with love and gifts. But I missed the shirt. I never quite lost the pregnancy weight because I added on three fractured ankles, serious depression, divorce, two moves, and countless other life obstacles that got in the way. My health took a sudden detour and I soon was a single mother with her sweet cheeks. Working desk jobs gave way to new meaning for the word thunder thighs and my body was never the same. So you see, after seven weeks or so on a diet with minimal exercise I was able to fit into that tshirt, the one of few that I have dragged around with me from Holland to Nevada to Oregon to Canada and yesterday I unfolded it, brushed it off, slipped it on, and IT FIT! I jumped up and down, clapped my hands, and gave a holler. This was a miracle and a half going on here and I couldnt believe it. I ran out to show my family and they applauded me, though they dont know even half of the story. I wore it all day with pride, took care of it, made sure not to spill anything on it, and kept looking at myself in the mirror. Finally, I am reunited with my shirt. I think this a better achievement than if I were to get into the jeans I bought as a goal. In fact, this really ought to be my first reward. Of course, when I get into those jeans I am going to be clapping, jumping, and hollering again. That will be the smallest size of jeans Ive worn in the last ten years as well. So that cant be downplayed, but definitely a close tie with the shirt. I dont know how many tshirts I had accumulated during that span of time but this one has been everywhere. I remember when my mother told me to sell it at the garage sale since I couldnt wear it. While I sold many clothes, the tshirt was staying, and Im so glad it did. I never thought Id see the day when it would be back on my body, but it is appreciated even more because I have worked hard, kept determination, used willpower, and succeeded in doing something that has given me control back in my life and is another step closer to reuniting me with the thin woman inside that has been aching to get out. I think maybe I will wear that shirt again next week. My strength to stay with this lifestyle change has been refueled and I am loving it. ------------ About the author: Nancy Jackson is a full time author and poet with works in Literati, Twilight Times, Anotherealm, Sonny World, and various anthologies. Her pasttimes include spending time with her loved ones, drinking wine, and lots of writing! Email Nancy Jackson: coryann93@yahoo.com Comment on this column in the forum. ------------ |
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