You know that garbage bag full of clothes you wore in college but haven't had a prayer of fitting into since you got married, binged on cheetos for 9 straight months, had a kid, binged on poptarts for 8 more months and then realized that your fat jeans were now your skinny jeans and your sweat pants were suddenly your best friend? The bag with the jeans that sat just right on your hips, back when you were young and fit and didn't even realize it? The bag with the cute tank tops that you could wear then because you didn't have whale arms in those days? Tonight, I unpacked that bag.
I pulled out my pre-pregnancy skinny jeans (meaning the jeans that only fit me on my best days before I put on the baby weight) and my shamefully large collection of Old Navy and Gap tank tops and countless cute skirts that haven't seen the light of day in far too long. I was feeling gutsy tonight, even though I just polished off a package of Ramen Noodles and a glass (or two) of wine. I went for it. I tried on the skinny jeans.
It is truly a pity that Anna is sleeping in the next room. Because I want to celebrate. CELEBRATE!! The skinny jeans FIT. And not the "I'm going to get into these pants if I have to grease my hips and thighs with mayonnaise (huh...who knew "mayonnaise" had two Ns? Learn something new every day)" kind of fit...They comfortably fit and I zipped and buttoned them without even having to suck it in.
I realize I'm making a much bigger deal out of this than most normal people would. But it's really exciting to #1 have access to a basically new wardrobe for summer, #2 be just 4 pounds away from my original goal of losing 30 pounds and, most importantly, #3 not be completely disgusted by myself when I look in the mirror. The pre-pregnancy skinny jeans are just the icing on the cake!
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Congrats Kerry! I'm proud of you for sticking with your gym, you are very motivated (and motivational). For the record though, you looked hot even when you were pregnant. And you have a nice face. -Jo
ReplyDeleteProud of you my dear!!! It sound like you realize the difference between deprieving yourself of everything you want and watching what you eat and treating yourself! Wish I could learn that!
ReplyDeleteWay to go, Kerry. My oldest is 22, and I'm finally getting to know that feeling (although I will admit I didn't save that bag of prepregnancy clothes)! Wish I were smart back then like you are now! You are beautiful inside and out!
ReplyDeleteJo - Thanks! When I was pregnant was actually the last time I felt REALLY good about my body, but I'm slowly but surely getting back there. You also have a nice face, but I'd like your face better if it was in the states! :)
ReplyDeleteAnn - I don't really deprive myself of anything, I just am better about controlling the portions of what I eat. For example, instead of eating an entire pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream when I finish typing this comment, I'll only have a big spoonful (or two). :)