Once a month at my job, we celebrate "dead" Friday, the day no new orders come in and no invoices can be paid (I think)--basically the end of the month. Its been a loooongggggg time since I've had a "dead" day, but also means JEANS! And holy moly to a bunch of cubicle dwellers in cubicle city, jeans are a big freaking deal. Don't judge us.
I get hot. All the time. My thermostat is set to 68 at night, otherwise I can't sleep...so, wearing jeans in Georgia in summer is something I rarely ever do. Tonight, I decided I wanted some jean capris...off to Old Navy we went.
I found some SUPER cute ones, but I wasn't sure what size I am in Old Navy clothes, so I picked my "normal" size and a size lower....into the fitting room I went....on a whim, I tried on the smaller size first, giving myself an "its ok if they don't fit, it give you something to work towards" pep talk ahead of time. Ziiiiiiipppp! No shimmying, no grunting, no sucking it in--they fit! Perfectly. With a little room to spare!!!!! 4 sizes smaller than I was at Christmas. F-O-U-R. As in 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 4. I danced and squealed in the fitting room (in my head of course) and holy cow, I can't believe I did it!
David suggested we celebrate with a cheeseburger. I chose to celebrate with a C25K run instead! As fabulous as I felt on Sunday, I think this was better! On top of that, I realized that I've lost a ton of INCHES, even though the scale might not being going down as much as it used to...I cannot WAIT to weigh in on Saturday morning!
"Unless you try to do something beyond
what you have already mastered,
you will never grow."
- Ronald E. Osborn