After some conversation about how the picture made me feel, my hubs made a dreaded suggestion..."Go try on your pre-pregnancy pants!" I dreaded it. I have not tried those pants on again after I could not get them past my thunderous thighs six months post-partum (which is the reason I started working out).

I nervously pulled those pants out of the back of my closet. I had just bought them before finding out I was pregnant. It had taken me six hard months of working out to lose the weight from my previous pregnancy to fit into those pants. I was so proud to be able to fit in those pants. They were snug but if I did not dry them in the drier, they fit nicely.

I hid in the other room and jammed my foot angrily into the hole and then the other. I knew I would not fit into those pants I had once worked so hard to fit into. I could see the scenario unfold in front of me when I told my hubs that they did not fit. We would talk about how I need to work harder and what things I would need to get rid of in my diet. Looks like I will only eat salads for the rest of my life.

Taking a deep breathe I braced myself for the disappointment and uttered…”Dear Pants, Please Fit” as I slide the pants right over my thighs! Over my butt! And easily buttoned them! I did not do a little wiggle to get them to fit just right. I did not have to struggle to put the button through the hole. I did not have muffin top! Astonishment!

I strutted into the bedroom like a woman who had something to prove. "They fit with room to spare!" I had to control my excitement as the baby had finally gone to sleep and I did not want to do that half hour routine all over again.

The supporting hubs that he is...smiled, nodded and said “twirl”. I did a slow turn around to show him all angles of my body fitting into those dreaded pants. Those pants mocked me for months from their hanger in the closet. Those pants that motivated me to get moving, those pants that I thought I would NEVER get back into.

My husband’s smile spread from his lips to his eyes, validation! The last 12 weeks have not been in vain. The pain, exhaustion, struggle and inability to move has been worth it. This moment I have been working towards. The moment when I can say, I did it! I made my first goal. I went from a size 26 jeans to a loose size 18.

I am not finished…as my next goal is to get to a consistent jean size 12/14. I have always been one who has struggled with her weight. I will always be a person who has to find a healthy balance and work very hard to maintain that balance. I still have a month left before my deadline I set for myself to finish this Weightloss Journey. I know when I see my diabetic dietitian she will be very impressed.

I know I am!

                                                     

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