so i have the flu tonight and since i dont feel like doing anything, i decided to use my portable sewing machine. i sent my husband to find the cord, and he ended up digging through storage. packed way in the back of the closet was a box of clothes from about 5 years ago. clothes that i had completely forgotten about.
he dragged them upstairs and figured id put them in my drawer for when i lose more, but then i was like hey, ill try them on now and see how much i can get them on so that in 20lbs or so ill be able to see how much ive lost.
im not kidding you guys, every pair of jeans and top i picked up and looked at i thought, "no way! these are TINY" (tiny being relative of course, lol. they were 10s/12s). i started trying on and about HALF the clothes fit me. i was in SHOCK. i could get every single thing except one pair of jeans on and zipped, but about 1/2 of it was ridiculously tight/short and is now in my "20 more pounds" drawer, lol.
i probably ended up wih 10 new.. well, old, shirts and 4 pairs of jeans that actually fit well. it just felt so amazing that i literally started crying and called my husband (who was very sweet, but probably thought i was insane, lol). i never thought i would fit in those clothes again and only packed them up because it was too depressing to throw them out. i have worked SO hard this year and this really felt like tangible proof that im making big progress. i never thought weight loss would be such an emotional experience.
i just needed to share with people who would understand..ya know?





