Goodbye Fatty

Something amazing happened on Saturday. I started dieting on August 7th, 2011. I'm not prepared to write how much I weighed when I started, but let's just say I was busting the seams of my 12/14 sized pants. The funny thing was that I didn't feel that fat, at least not until I looked at pictures of myself. The person I saw in the mirror was the same person I've always seen so it was easy to lie to myself and be convinced that I wasn't that heavy. But of course I was. I don't remember what finally made me take the food by the horns and wrestle it down, but that day in August I knew I was going to stick with it this time. I remember having a similar feeling about a year after having my second baby; I simply knew that it was my time. Like every other failed diet was practice for the real deal.

I started slowly. I watched what I ate and walked on my treadmill, or took hikes in the woods. My good friend was on her own weight loss mission and it was fun to watch ourselves shrink. We made plans to go to Key West in February and I had that in my brain the entire time I struggled through a work out.

Then the dreaded plateau hit and I was stuck at the same weight for 3 months with 25 lbs left to go. I decided to go low carb and have been doing it for the last 4 months, while also doing T-Tapp and exercising my my elliptical (my treadmill took a dive and Chris STILL hasn't fixed it >:( ). Now I'm down 49lbs and I only have 11 lbs to go :)

But back to Saturday...I hadn't bought clothes since last year (when the 14s were snug and I wanted to cry). Having lost nearly 50lbs made me completely unprepared for what to bring into the dressing room. The weather has been unseasonably warm up on my mountain and I needed a pair of capri pants that didn't fall down.

So I grabbed a couple pairs of 8s from the shelves and told myself that if they were tight I would deal with it like a champion. I put them on and was completely floored when they weren't just big; they were HUGE. I was running late so I grabbed a pair of 6s from the rack and went through the checkout line. I sat in the back of my truck and put them on, praying that they wouldn't be too tight, but preemptively reassuring myself that I would be okay if they were. After all, I hadn't been in a pair of size 6 pants for at least 7 or 8 years now. Imagine my surprise when I buttoned them up and realized that they were actually too big for me!

They only thing that I can imagine is that they had to have lowered the sizes to give us all a self esteem boost. And you know what? I'm okay with that. Imagine how good I'll feel about myself in another 11lbs!

And now I feel like working out...