I'm mostly referring to the fact that no longer am I a size 18. No longer am I a size 16. I am comfortably a size 14!!!
It has been 10 years since I've been this size. TEN. YEARS. My size 16 jeans wore out in the inner legs (where they always do), and Old Navy was having a kick-butt sale this weekend on jeans, so I went and picked up a pair. I thought I'd try on the 14s first for the hell of it. And they.fit.
I nearly cried. The scale still reads 197.5, but my pants are shrinking and that's all that matters to me.
Yesterday I celebrated by going to the gym at my apartment complex. My personal trainer at work has made me addicted to this bad boy:
..and there's actually one in my apartment gym, so I've been doing at minimum 20 minutes a day for the past couple of days. Yesterday I actually did 30 minutes on level 4 on the cardio setting. Today I pooped out after 20 minutes. I probably could (and should) have done 30 minutes.
Tomorrow it's back to working with my trainer. I'm really proud of myself for working out not one, but 2 days on my 3 day weekend. Here's to hoping I keep it up!
Cheers!
Meg
