Skipping weigh-in, no matter the reason, always makes me nervous. More often than not, it leads to a gain. So I stepped up to the scale with some apprehension Saturday morning.
I was shocked: I lost 4.8 pounds since my last weigh-in! I had to weigh in a second time to make sure the scale wasn’t just being goofy. That means I have already reached my November weight loss goal, and I have hit my next 10-pound goal (and reward).
Snuggling lazily in bed one morning over the weekend, my husband said, “You feel so thin.” I had to ask him to repeat what he said. Me? Thin? Nope! I know what he means, though. I have lost enough weight that I can see and feel the changes in my body, and even if I’m not at my goal yet, I am also nowhere near where I started from.
Yesterday I did some shopping to score some new running shoes, and I stopped into a department store that I like. I had seen a nice top in there a few months ago, but I had decided not to waste money on a top that would hopefully be too big soon. Well, they still had a few, and what do you know? They were on sale! I hesitated, then decided, fine. If a size medium fits, I will buy it. But I won’t waste money on anything larger than that.
I never expected it to fit. At best, I figured I’d see how close I am to being able to shove myself into a medium. But when I pulled it over my head, it smoothed right down my body and looked just fine. I couldn’t believe it. You better believe I bought that top!
When I first started this journey, I was wearing a size 2XL to hide my body. The football t-shirt I bought at the beginning of my stepson’s season is now way too big, and I have a bag of clothes sitting in the backseat of my car, waiting to be dropped at Goodwill. (Not the football shirt, though. I will save that as a sleep shirt.)
I was thrilled when I was no longer a plus size, just a regular size large. Now, some mediums fit. Not all the mediums in my closet fit just yet, but just wait. They will. Soon.
Sweat & Sparkle 