LIFEBOD

Category: Shopping

  • Getting Measured for Bust Size (Mabuhay from Manila!)

    I’m in Manila. It’s not important why I’m in Manila, but it has been awesome for the past 13 hours. The city that I once passed by on my way to Honolulu has changed a lot since. 🙂

    For one, we went midnight shopping at Resorts World last night, and I stumbled upon a La Senza, a Spanish lingerie shop.
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    Since losing all that weight, I haven’t actually changed my brassieres and panties. For one, there was no real need to because I had bought a whole bunch earlier last year and they’re all in amazing condition. For seconds, I just don’t do “Ah Lian” lingerie, which is the only type they sell in Kota Kinabalu unless you go super-luxury.

    The bras at La Senza in the Philippines are on sale at 495 Pesos each (Approximately RM36), and I couldn’t resist myself. I was looking for my old size, then reeled back, realizing I’m now a different size. I told the sales girl that I’m not sure what I should wear anymore, because things have changed.

    “Do you want me to measure you?,” she asked.

    I agreed, and she pulls out a measuring tape. She looped the tape around my chest area below the bust-line and it read 33. She then, looped it over my bumps and it read 37 with my bra on.

    “You need a 36B,” she said.

    “Really? Okay, I’ll go try it on for size.”

    Fits PERFECTLY.

    So I am now a 36B and wear small sized undies. I guess that means I have lovely lady lumps and literally, a small ass.

    Old Habits Die Hard

    The weirdest part about the the window-shopping process is that I naturally always go look for L sizes. But after holding it up against by body in the mirror, they just look like clothes for pregnant women on me. It’s been weird to see that even some M sizes are too big on my new frame.

    How does it feel?

    FANTASTIC.

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    Because I used to stress out about not being able to find my size, because actually, (here’s some insight for you) there are just as many women who wear L and XL sizes as they are Ms.

    More significantly, it feels great because now all of a sudden, I have more choices of clothes to wear. I can now look at something and say, “Oh that looks soooo cute. I wanna try that on.”

    And when I do try them on, it actually looks good.
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    It is not all bent out of shape to follow a figure that desperately fights hard to no be out of shape. When I was 85kgs, I was round, but I had shape. But the clothes desperately tried to make me look as good as possible, and sometimes it would fail.

    Now, the clothes brings out and shows my figure.

    In the past, the clothes hid my imperfections. Now clothes celebrate my assets.

    So are you going to work in a 30 minute workout today? Because that can make all the difference! 😉

  • When It’s Time To Change Your Pants

    When I decided to lose weight, nobody told me that one of the dilemmas I would face is that my clothes would fall off at some point. I mean it’s not like I don’t know this, but when you’re going through it, it’s not like you expect your favorite pants to get too big for your shrinking bum. Like I shared in a previous post, I am still the same person even though I lost all this weight.

    But one recent day, my beloved chirpy aunt started to laugh, referring to my shorts as “baggy-style” while walking behind me.

    I told her they’re not meant to be baggy, and that it’s something that happens when one loses 35 lbs! She couldn’t stop laughing to herself. Whatever, I brushed it off.

    So today I wore baggy pants out again because it didn’t really register why she was laughing at me that day. Passing by some of the mirrors at Suria Sabah, I caught a glimpse of how funny I looked.

    I looked like a child in adult’s clothing, that’s how ridiculous I looked!

    That’s it. I’m going in to FOS to buy me a pair of shorts that fit!

    I looked around the racks, and tried to look for my regular Asian XL sizes, but they didn’t look right. Thinking that I would probably be an Asian size L now, I looked for those instead. But looking at the pants, they looked like they’d fall off too!

    Finally, I found a pair of shorts that looked like they’d fit. I looked for the label to see the size (just in case my eyes played tricks on me), and to my shock, it read US size 6.

    US SIZE 6? No freaking way!

    Now let me tell you how that felt. The last time I shopped for a pair of pants, I was a US 10, (UK 12/AU 14). Maybe I was being delusional I thought. I mean I lost weight, but it sure doesn’t feel like it was enough to jump from a US 10 to a US 6 in 8 months (UK 8/AU 10). You only read stuff like that from Biggest Loser contestants.

    I don’t even remember ever being a size 6 in my life. But yea, okay, sometimes FOS gets the sizes wrong and it’s best to just find a couple of more items and head to the fitting room. I took a few other size 6s in different designs and headed to the fitting room.

    First of all, I could zip and button ALL THE SIZE 6 pants up, even though admittedly some looked a bit too snug for comfort. But man, let me tell you. Fitting into size 6 pants? INCREDIBLE!

    Anyhow, I decided to get just one pair of shorts. Yes, it was a size 6. I still have to pinch myself.

    When I got home, I took off baggy pants to compare it with the new one I bought and here’s what the difference looks like.

    I still can’t wrap my head around how I managed to squeeze my bum into size 6 shorts. So I guess my advice to you is, don’t try to obsess over what size you are. Just work out and eat right. One day, you’ll just fit into a pair of size 6 pants without knowing how the heck you did it.

    To motivate you (even though I already shared it on Facebook), here are some leggy shots from last Sunday. Even elephant trunks can get toned yes?

    My secret? Skip, run, squat, lunge!

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go put on those pair of shorts one more time to believe it!