So, right before I got pregnant with Noah, I was the thinnest I’d been since before my wedding (which still wasn’t quite as thin as I’d like, but I was getting somewhere). And I had this amazing pair of jeans that I loooved. Not like I feel “hot” very often, but when I had these jeans on I did. Of course, then I got pregnant and had to pack them away. And I was sad about that. And even sadder when I didn’t lose the baby weight and had to keep them packed away.
This morning, with the sun shining bright, and the promise of warm weather on the way, I got out all my spring clothes (finally). In the tote was a pair of size 10 jeans that I thought I’d mistakenly donated during one of my frenized decluttering sessions. They were jeans that I liked a lot so I put them on and… holy crap. They kept falling off! (I had also bought jeans this weekend, size 10, and when I wore them yesterday they too kept falling down).
So, I decided to dig out the “hot jeans.” I really didn’t think I’d fit into them, however I am wearing them as I type! Oh yes! It would appear that I am back in single digit sizes. I don’t mean to sound braggy, it’s just that I am really proud of myself because since January 6, I have really been working hard at this, and it has not always been easy. I have had to exert a lot of self control, which isn’t always my strong point. (Who, me impulsive?). Ideally, I still have another 10 pounds or so to go, but I’m finally starting to feel much better about myself.