Belated HYC: Week 7

My post is late because I'm on holidays this week and just enjoying being lazy and doing nothing much.  I don't have a lot to report...  Last week was good - decent workouts and ate well.  We went for a gorgeous walk in the sun on Saturday at Westminster Abbey and Heritage Park.  

I had something of a... breakthrough on Tuesday.  I went shopping with my birthday money; while trying on clothes, I was FINALLY able to look at things objectively and realize that it was the clothes that weren't the right "fit," not me - the cut wasn't compatible or I needed a bigger size: whatever, no big deal.  For the first time in I don't even know how long, I wasn't standing there watching my face flush with shame as I blamed myself and hated my body.  This is my body right now: I need to love it for what it is because it's the only body I have.  Obviously.  *snort*

(Just to give you an idea of how screwed up the fashion industry's sizing is, I bought a large and 1X shirt.  From the SAME STORE in the SAME BRAND.  (And for the record, no, I don't squeeze my ass into stuff so it fits like a sausage casing just out of an attempt at vanity sizing.  Obviously.))

I'm  not saying I won't have slip-ups; I've hated my body for 20 years and that's a long-ingrained (bad) habit to get over.  However - as dippy-hippie as it sounds - I feel like I turned a corner.  And that feels pretty damned good.