Saturday, April 20, 2013
I wanted to jump up and down for joy the other day when I realized my size sixteen jeans just not longer fit me even with a belt. So I did! Two months ago, they were tight, which I when I stepped on the scales and decided enough was enough, and took back control of my life.
Being able to slip on my size fourteen jeans is this week's victory. It feels so good, it makes me wonder how I could have ever given this feeling up? Being in control of my eating, and not making excuses about why I can't exercise, has lead to my weight dropping steadily over the past week, and it feels fantastic.
I donated my size sixteens to the local thrift store, and said a little prayer that they will be an encouragement to someone else who might be needing to buy 'new' jeans when their eighteens get too loose. I haven't forgotten what it felt like the day I could finally wear jeans again, almost five years ago when I was a size 24 to 26.
I'm already seeing the difference when I look in the mirror. I hung up a pair of my size ten jeans on my wall at work, to remind me of where I'm heading. For now, though, I'm looking forward to the happy day when I have to say goodbye to my size fourteens. Heh, heh.