After work today I went to Anne Taylor Loft to try on some clothes. I was pleasantly surprised going through their sale racks because there were a bunch of pants in my size (a rare occurrence-my size is one they apparently only like to carry online [five bucks says you can guess my size now...]) so I immediately grabbed them all and hightailed it to the dressing room. Putting on the pants was like a dream. No, they were not too big and I got to go down a size (thats like more than a dream) but they fit so nicely, and made everything (aka my butt) look so good! I ended up buying two pairs of pants and a wonderful oversized cardigan. That I am wearing as we speak (or as I type and you read) because I couldn't wait for a new day to wear it.
Heres the revelation part: I was in the dressing room, admiring myself (aka my butt) in the mirror, and I thought "This doesn't have to be it. I can only get better." Yes, I may not have gone down a size yet, but I have lost almost 20 pounds. And I am working on eating better. And I am going to the gym still. If I can remember and harness the excitement I felt at just feeling gorgeous in the clothes I bought today, if I can remember that feeling I had in the dressing room every time I reach for a cookie or for that second (aka third) slice of pizza, maybe I can really reach my potential. Maybe I really can have self control. Physically seeing in the mirror some form of result, even if it is the work of a while, is such a huge confidence booster, and it makes me want to do everything I can to feel that way every time I look at myself. To be able to try on the smaller size and have that feeling all over anew.
Go me.
Way to go C! That's awesome!
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