I've been having a great week and it's really re-motivated myself to keep going
First off, I finnally accepted that I needed to buy new jeans. The ones I had were sized 16/14 and literally dropped off my body if I didn't belt them super tight. I went to the gap earlier this week and grabbed a bunch of sizes because I wasn't sure what I was. Turns out I'm a 10! I haven't been a ten since before I started putting on weight when my father died (and then followed by 3 grandparents).
A couple days ago I also hit 155, which has been a big number for me. That was the last weight I was at that I remember being happy and comfortable with my body. This is where I was before I gained a lot of weight due to emotional eating. It was so exciting to see that number on the scale!
But the MOST exciting thing was that yesterday my boyfriend looked at me while I was getting dressed and asked if I had lost weight. You have to understand... he is horrible at noticing things. He'll ask me why I'm wearing so much makeup when I don't have any on, he didn't notice when I switched my black rimmed glasses to hot pink ones, and one time I went a week without shaving my legs just to see if he would pick up on it (he didn't
) So if even HE can see it I know it must be really obvious!