I think I have taken some things for granted during my weight loss journey. I don't think I've really stopped and smelt the roses as much as I should have.
This weekend, when I was folding a pair of my jeans, it dawned on me; I really appreciate every size I've been in over the last year and a half. From 24 down to 22, 20, 18, 16 (feeling fabulous), 14, 12, and now a 10! It's really just amazing.
I took the one pair of size 24 jeans I kept out of my closet and held them up. Wow. They were so big and so heavy. So instead of feeling fat that day and being down on myself I felt grateful and happy. None of those negative thoughts went through my head. Not once did I think,"Ya, I've lost so much weight, BUT look at this roll, and that flabby skin, these stretch marks here..." I felt good, happy, thankful, hot, proud - all day.
I hope to start having more days like that.
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