My mom bought me a shirt for Christmas 2006 in a size 22/24. I wore a 26/28 at the time but didn’t want to say anything. I took it home and put it in my closet. As the years past and I moved into wearing a 30/32 top, I’d see it in there and think, “just trow the effin’ thing away, it’ll never fit.” When I started WW in September I tried it on, yuck. Then the next month, and the next and…. Two weeks ago I told Patti that I had a shirt she could have because it was never going to fit or look right on me. This morning, I had extra time before work and I saw it peeking out at me in the closet. What the hell… I figured I might as well try again. IT FITS AND LOOKS GOOD! Sorry Patti, you can’t have it anymore.
**8:00pm UPDATE**
I had a good workout with Patti tonight. Stayed on plan again today (YES!) and added a couple miles to finish the challange!
SB Challenge: clean eating = 4 day
miles = 10

