Size 10 at least
All of my clothing is getting too tight on me. Though I could blame the hormones in the food in the U.S., I am pretty careful actually about only buying natural freerange non-hormone added type meat. So that is not it. I could also blame all the restaurants that pile up the plates with huge portions, but then it is rather my fault if I eat it all, isn't it?
I could say it is the lack of good drinking water. In Iceland, I drank so much water I was hardly ever unbelievably hungry, so I ended up eating less. Here, I drink less water and I eat more. So that might be something I can blame on someone or something else.
But the real problem is that I have become lazy. Lazy Liz. I meander down to my classroom to teach, I take my time with my dissertation, I have no emails piling up screaming to be answered. My only slight area of stress is my son Palmer, who has a rather ridiculously busy summer schedule. It makes me realize just how very easy my schedule is, as a part time teaching instructor. So I have become lazy.
In Iceland, and indeed most of my life, I have not been Lazy Liz. I have been Enthusiastic Elisabeth, striving to accomplish a million things at once, always eager to jump into things, express an opinion, engage in projects.
Eager Elisa was a size 6. Lazy Liz is a size 10-12.
Time for me to buy a new wardrobe.