Back in January, I wrote about how I’d prepared for my utterly natural cycle of winter weight gain by buying my favorite jeans a size up, and two sizes up. And I grew into them, just as I’d anticipated I would, and that was fine.
And now it’s September, which is typically my fittest time of year. I’ve been biking for several months, and spending more time outdoors, and eating my weight in raw vegetables on a regular basis. And I feel fantastic and have barely given my weight a single thought in months because I look healthy and strong and just about how I want to look.
But I never did go back to the smaller size jeans. They’re WAY too tight. In fact, the size up – which I’ve been wearing since winter – is even a little snug right now. And not in the thighs, which would make sense due to biking, but in the waist. Where, according to the tape measure, I’ve lost two full inches since spring.
And yet, a skintight black sweater that I’ve had for three years and ONLY ever worn as an under-layer is now plenty loose to wear on its own.
So, for about the twentieth time in my life, I am faced with the bizarre reality that weight shifts. And I don’t mean gain or loss, or anything drastic that can be noted with the naked eye. I mean that bodies reconfigure themselves in astonishingly subtle ways, and we never even notice it until a dress that has fit for YEARS suddenly pulls around the bust, or a skirt is suddenly too loose in the thighs. Sometimes we can be the exact same weight, and engaged in the exact same exercise routine, and our bodies still feel the need to rearrange and redistribute our personal bulk. And I have no science for this – no explanation or research to back it up. But I’ve experienced it so many times, and talked to so many women who know the drill, that I feel comfortable declaring it a legitimate phenomenon.
And I’d bet my bottom dollar it’s down to hormones. But whatever is causing it, weight shifts, bodies change, none of it is bad, none of it can be predicted. Frustrating as it is, you’ve gotta trust your body to have some super-secret biological reason for Personal Mass Realignment, and work around it. And throw your hands up and laugh when it happens again in three years.
Image courtesy Toni Blay.