New Jeans

I've hated shopping for clothes for years. Over a decade at least. Never fit right, always changing sizes, usually upwards for years gets a person down.

This going down in sizes thing, its all new and I'm loving every second of it. I got into the size I wanted. 18's. Now some women might cringe and be amazed, but I've gone down from a 28 to an 18. I'm damn proud of that fact. I've been without jeans all summer, and to put on a pair, have them fit that well and feel good and know just what that signifies to me.. well yes, I've been bragging left and right.

I know I might lose one or two more sizes at most truthfully. I have these hips that are never going anywhere. I don't think I'd ever manage to get into 12's, and if so, then I'm alright with that. I'm not going to fight over where my bones are. I think I could live just fine wearing 14's or 16's. The truth of the matter I'm completely shocked sometimes still about how much I've lost and how easy it was actually. Yes, I think it's been damn easy so far. Maybe the next part of the journey won't be done so easily, perhaps I'll regret this. For now though. I'll just enjoy it.

59 total lost, even with a crappy ass week where I couldn't work out at all due to being sick. I'm one pound off my goal of losing 60 before the wedding.