Not the perfect weather, but, still tolerable. Drizzle, clouds, a bit cold. And I went shopping.
A few days back (it's not the first time, but it just gave me momentum to talk about it here) I was at the shops with mom looking through some slacks. I never had purple ones before and I liked the ones in front of me. I managed to get into a size 10 perfectly ^_^ but then came the inevitable... mom said, "Don't you wanna get fatter?"
It's like my sisters being rephrased. They would often say to me, "What if you get fat?" , "You might get fat and those won't fit you anymore."
So I need to tell them... my point of view. "Why not say, 'I'm happy with my size and I'm willing to maintain it'?" Of course they would think it impossible. I don't. Once you've put your mind to it. I've been approximately the same size (10 upper-body, 12 lower - the purple pants were an exception... could be the design?)
And life's always got a better side. I keep insisting that the more you keep dressing yourself in larger sizes the more likely you're gonna gain weight.
When mom was here by the end of Ramadan, it had been almost a year since we last saw each other. And she was like, "You don't look good to me. Why aren't you eating?"
-_____-" : Mom, I'm fine and this is my body...
And she gives me the look.
So, all in all, I'm quite pleased that I managed to keep to what I have in mind. I don't follow a specific diet, it's just the "don't eat more than you need" type of thing. Period.
Till next time,