But I lost my first ten pounds. I reached 220. I look at this weight and think, "I used to weigh that much. ****, I used to weigh 214. I used to weigh 180!!" But I don't weigh those beautiful,
slender weights anymore. No. Now I am a hefty 220 lbs. I looked at myself in a long mirror today, a side view. I saw the flap hanging over my underwear. The one my two-year-old "blessed" me with. I wanted to cry. I kept thinking, will this ugly thing ever go away? Will it always just hang over my underwear?? Make me sweat in a crease that I never had before? I kicked myself in the tush and walked out of the bathroom.. after weighing myself on three different scales. I know, I know! It's a bad habit. But I set my first mini goal..
Fit into my Bongos. A size 17. I wear size 17 jeans now but for some reason they are all cut different. After my Bongos, my Angels, also a 17. Also cut much thinner. And then after those.. if and when I reach a size 15, I'll treat myself to half a new wardrobe.
Wishful thinking.
Goodluck everyone!!