I wasn’t born a runner. I don’t have “natural” or “raw” talent. I’ve worked my butt off to get where I am today, and I’m not about to give up. This is where my hard work matters the most. It’s going to pay off, you’ll see.
2years, same shirt… About 35# loss. My scales been low battery & finally let me weigh today, I thought I had gained (bc not knowing is scary) turns out I’m down a pound. Putting me 2# under my original “ultimate” goal weight. Not even trying anymore, just highly active between work & cross fit.
I’ve decided that at some point in my life I will celebrate my birthday at Versailles, sitting in the gardens somewhere with a bottle of champagne and Laduree macarons by my side. Everyone who wants to join is invited.
So I'm at the mall and I had the most emotional moment when I was in target earlier
I was shopping for an outfit for Christmas and decided that maybe it would be okay to buy a pair of skinny jeans. I haven’t worn skinny jeans probably since the beginning of high school because I hated the way they fit me and I pretty much stopped wearing jeans completely when the last pair I bought was a size fifteen. So now that I lost all this weight I went in there and I was like I’m probably like a size ten now . Which I was just assuming because the lowest size I ever was was an 11 and that was in sixth grade. So I grabbed a size ten and went to the fitting room. They slid on with ease and I was psyched. But then I realized that they were big and I could probably fit into an eight. So I hurried back out and got an eight then came back and those were kinda big too!! I went back and got a different pair then I had to sit in the dressing room for about 20 minutes because I was in awe and started crying because I was sitting in a pair of perfectly fitting size six jeans and I just couldn’t fathom that it was actually happening and that I’ve actually come this far. From a 15 to a 6. I was never that small to begin with. It’s been about three hours and I still can’t get over it!