The longer I stay in this weight race the more my confidence is slowly coming back, along with my cheek & collarbones. Last night I went threw my closet, made some donations, ironed all my tee shirts and shorts (that is a very big deal for me). Organized my shoes, drawers and shampoo my carpet.
Wow, I have never…well, not in the same evening. I tried on clothes that I had designed and refused to give away. I look good in them I can’t move well (but I look good). It gave me a lot of hope. Shucks, I think I may even think of designing nightwear. I really need to leave my sweats out of this or just wear sweats to the gym… until next time ..............................
..I’m just lovin me.