So this morning I’m giving myself a treat and celebrating with a nice breakfast instead of must my protein smoothie. With my weight loss, most of my things don’t fit anymore. So last night I went out and bought half a new wardrobe.
I knew my weight had gone down. I didn’t realize the effect it’s had already on my body. I’ve lost an ‘X’ across the board. My pants are down two sizes. If I drop two more, I’ll be at my college waistline. [i don’t see it happening – but hope springs eternal]
And no, I’m not “blowing it” with breakfast. It’s still just the foods I should be eating – there’s no bacon, no grease, no syrup. I’m still “on the wagon” — I’m just treating myself.
I don’t have many moments where I actually feel good about myself, where I feel I’m actually accomplishing something worth while. You gotta strike why the iron is hot. [yes, it’s cliché, but it fits – and right now I’m wearing things that fit]