For the first time in my life, I bought some size 8 pants!!!! I did have a hand me down pair from my sister that I was able to wear several years ago (they also fit now, but are tattered beyond belief and not suited for wearing in public!)
Went to Old Navy last night and tried on loads of pants. These are just regular length jeans. They are probably a large cut size 8, because all the capri pants that I tried on were hideous looking (size 8). Waaaay to tight in the caboose and thighs, but I am confident that when I got back in a month or so, they will fit just right!!!
Anyway, I had to get new jeans because we are leaving for England not this Friday, but the next one, and I only have one pair of pants that actually fits now!!! (two, including these size 8s).
I am overjoyed beyond belief! I bought size 8 pants. I fit into size 8 pants. They fit comfortably. I can sit in them and they won't split. I don't have a belly flap hanging over the top of the pants. They zipped up and I have some room in them. They are not ugly-butt pants, my can actually looks ok in them. I AM WEARING SIZE 8 PANTS.
If this is a dream and one of you guys pinches me, you are so going to have an angry Tigger by the tail...
I COULD NOT have gotten to this point without WISH. Ok, now here is the part I didn't anticipate, the crying. All my life I have been either a little overweight and sometimes for a while, alot over weight. Only once, four years ago when I turned 30, did I achieve my goal of getting healthy and in good shape. Then I slipped and stopped working out. I started to think that being in my 30s meant it was ok to get flabby and eat what I wanted, who was I trying to impress. So I let myself go and I hid behind baggy clothes and my self-esteem dropped like a lead weight.
Today I am filled with a sense of power. I know I am in control. I am doing it. I feel like a completely new person. I have muscles where there were no muscles before. I can wear size 8 pants. I can show off my bare arms. I can wear a bikini in public and nobody is running to hide from me. I wake up at 6:15 with my husand and I bounce out of bed to start the day. Every day is a day I look forward to living. There is nothing I can't do.
And if it wasn't for WISH, I would not feel this incredible about myself. And it has only been since I started WW on March 9th and got serious about doing this that I have made this remarkable transformation.
Shoot, so much for a quick post. I had no idea all this was going to come out. You guys, thanks so much! I'm a short distance from my weight goal, but I have met the goal of wearing size 8 clothes and I am just bowled over.
Went to Old Navy last night and tried on loads of pants. These are just regular length jeans. They are probably a large cut size 8, because all the capri pants that I tried on were hideous looking (size 8). Waaaay to tight in the caboose and thighs, but I am confident that when I got back in a month or so, they will fit just right!!!
Anyway, I had to get new jeans because we are leaving for England not this Friday, but the next one, and I only have one pair of pants that actually fits now!!! (two, including these size 8s).
I am overjoyed beyond belief! I bought size 8 pants. I fit into size 8 pants. They fit comfortably. I can sit in them and they won't split. I don't have a belly flap hanging over the top of the pants. They zipped up and I have some room in them. They are not ugly-butt pants, my can actually looks ok in them. I AM WEARING SIZE 8 PANTS.
If this is a dream and one of you guys pinches me, you are so going to have an angry Tigger by the tail...
I COULD NOT have gotten to this point without WISH. Ok, now here is the part I didn't anticipate, the crying. All my life I have been either a little overweight and sometimes for a while, alot over weight. Only once, four years ago when I turned 30, did I achieve my goal of getting healthy and in good shape. Then I slipped and stopped working out. I started to think that being in my 30s meant it was ok to get flabby and eat what I wanted, who was I trying to impress. So I let myself go and I hid behind baggy clothes and my self-esteem dropped like a lead weight.
Today I am filled with a sense of power. I know I am in control. I am doing it. I feel like a completely new person. I have muscles where there were no muscles before. I can wear size 8 pants. I can show off my bare arms. I can wear a bikini in public and nobody is running to hide from me. I wake up at 6:15 with my husand and I bounce out of bed to start the day. Every day is a day I look forward to living. There is nothing I can't do.
And if it wasn't for WISH, I would not feel this incredible about myself. And it has only been since I started WW on March 9th and got serious about doing this that I have made this remarkable transformation.
Shoot, so much for a quick post. I had no idea all this was going to come out. You guys, thanks so much! I'm a short distance from my weight goal, but I have met the goal of wearing size 8 clothes and I am just bowled over.
