I am at Wal-Mart with my older daughter Thursday night. It was just the two of us (since I had to keep her up until midnight for a sleep-deprived EEG Friday morning) and I decide I am going to try on some pants. I grabbed a size 20 and a size 18, just in case. In the dressing room, I look at my daughter and ask her which one I should try on first. She said, “The smaller one Mommy because I know it will fit.” (Have to love that kind of support!)
So, I did…and they did! I was *so* happy I started dancing right there in the middle of the dressing room singing a little ditty. The lady outside the dressing room had to think I was absolutely nuts. Little did she know the situation was going to get even more strange…
I walk out of the dressing room and proceed to ask the lady if the jeans look bad on me. “You know, like you would look at me and think I must be crazy for trying to wear *those* jeans outside of the house.” I was expecting her to pretty much just ignore me, but that is not what happened at all. She came back with, “Can you squat?” So, I did. “Can you bend over?” So, I did. “They look just fine to me and, obviously, they aren’t too tight. I say go for it.” She still has this semi-confused look on her face as to why I would be so excited about jeans…and why I would ask her to judge what they look like on me. I explained my situation and then she was like, “Oh! Well, congrats! You look great in those jeans.”
What a great feeling. Really. So, I left Wal-Mart with a pair of size-18 jeans in tow. I was *so* happy! I wore those jeans to my graduation party last night…and, again, I was *so* happy! I still have a hard time wrapping my head around this all. Six and a half months ago I was a size 28. Today I can very comfortably wear a size 18. Who knew?!
Of course…this means I crossed that one of my list of goals, too!
What goal have you met recently? Which one are you working toward right now?