Whoa — yesterday my daughter and I went clothes shopping. I am now down 40 pounds and well, my clothes aren’t fitting well. I went out for a motorcycle ride the other night and my sweet friend asked if I’d considered new clothes yet? It was a gentle hint that until that moment I hadn’t realized the time had arrived for. So, we went.
It was weird for both Kenzie and I. We’re both used to me taking a chair while she tries on outfits. Today was my turn. I grabbed a pair of jeans, because that’s what I need the most. My eyes suck. I need bifocals but I haven’t broken down to get them yet. I swore I saw 18 on the tag. 40 pounds ago I was a 20/22, so I felt like that would probably be as small as I could go. When I got to the dressing room, I looked at the jeans I’d grabbed and thought, “geez…these look small.” I tried them on and voila, they fit. A little snug, but they zip and button and were comfortable. I was excited. I tried on a few more things. Everything worked. I was jazzed. Kenzie was next and found some cute things as well. We checked out and went on our way.
When I arrived home and decided to put things away, I took the items out to remove the tags. On the jeans was the tape that announced their size. 16. SIXTEEN. What? No way. I put them back on. They still fit. Unreal. In 6 weeks I’ve lost 2 sizes in pants and at least a size in tops. I also bought an XL pant and they are ca-ute! Unbelievable! I am so stunned by my progress so far. I am so good. Even if I stopped now. And I know I have a long way to go, but I’m so happy. I have energy. I move more. My color is better. I sleep better. I can’t begin to name all the ways I feel so much better. It’s amazing. Really. I cannot picture myself six weeks from now. I have no idea what that time will bring. I can certainly tell you my brain is not keeping up. I don’t see a smaller person in the mirror yet. So I let my clothes be my guide. And so far; I like what I’m seeing.