Fit and Validation

Yesterday I weighed myself. The scale read 170.4. But, as the day went on, I got nervous. Maybe I read it wrong. Maybe it said 174.0. By last night I had convinced myself that because I hadn't worked out in days and I was near or just over my calories all week, that I must have made a mistake.

Sometimes the mental part of this journey is the worst. It tries to get the best of me.

This morning I got on the scale again (I know...don't weigh yourself day, and usually I don't). I had to prove to myself that it wasn't 174. It read 168.6! A new set of tens!

With the confirmed number, I thought today would be a great day to try the smaller jeans (size 12) that I bought a couple weeks ago. They buttoned when I bought them, but they weren't comfortable because they were still tight around my middle.

When I put them on, they fit.

I am wearing them and honestly am still in a bit of disbelief. They aren't loose. They hug my body. I know that's how they should be. But, for some reason not having the mental comfort of loose fitting pants, my brain today is thinking that I am back to where I was 23 pounds ago (when 16s were fitting snuggly).

It's like when my pants were loose it was some kind of validation for my mind. A daily reminder that I had lost weight. Today with pants that fit, that validation is gone. It's a strange feeling. I honestly know I should be feeling proud of my accomplishments thus far, instead of doubting where I am. Oy!

Has anyone else experienced this feeling when you actually wear clothes that fit? How did you overcome it? Do share. Thanks, friends, for all of your help and support!