When I first started the 17 Day Diet last March, I felt pretty good at the initial weight loss. After the first week or two, I thought… “This is it, I feel this is finally my time to lose this weight”… and when the weight started falling off and the sizes started dropping, I threw clothes away. I didn’t do what I had in the past… put them aside for a “just in case” scenario. I just tossed them! I didn’t even donate the first lot or two. THEN, I thought… “Wait! I want a pair of pants for a pic!”
These are those pants. They aren’t even the right size! LOL These pants are a 30W. When I started, I didn’t fit into a 32W. So, forgive me for not wanting to regain the weight for a photo op… but hmmm, nope, not going to happen. I’ll demonstrate the oooh, ahhhh, moment with these 30W jeans! I still think it’s a pretty remarkable moment, don’t you? They’ve been sitting on a counter upstairs for months… just sitting there.
My 1 yr anniversary is coming up on Tuesday. I’ve lost 138 lbs as of today… I was hoping for 150… it’s not Tuesday yet… but reality is approaching… fast and well, maybe I’ll get 140… but still… the pull of the pants photo was drawing me in… so the other night, I grabbed them and put them up to me and stood in front of my husband and we just were stunned! It’s one thing to see a big number on the scale… it’s entirely another to see it in a pair of pants. This just really puts it into perspective at just how big I was! Let me just say… when you look at the butt of these things… that’s NOT a pretty site! LOL But, yes, I do remember filling in many a chair in a theatre, or even my car. I remember the seatbelt cutting into my side. I remember the arms of a chair keeping me prisoner and me even wondering if I could “bend” them or “break” them as I got up. So, yes, I must have filled in that pair of pants pretty darn well, because I remember those days vividly.
I took these pants into work today to show my co-workers. Jaws dropped. I was very proud of my accomplishment and know that so many of my friends there were very proud of me, too. The pic is posted on my facebook wall and support is pouring in and I know I’ve touched so many and inspired so many. It’s humbling and I’m honored to be that inspiration in their lives. What’s more, is that I just look at the pants and they truly are a symbol that it’s never too late in life to attain a goal! To get healthy. My son is 16. A sophomore in high school. Probably the most influential time for him to see this change in me. Next year, he’s looking at colleges and reaching for his own dreams. I could be sad that I didn’t do this sooner, but then again… it’s never too late!
Extending Our Happily Ever After 