I spend a lot of time daydreaming of the day I finally hit my goal weight. In fact, I'm sure my friends are all sick. and. tired. of hearing all my weight complaints, stories, etc. But I can't help it. I'm on a mission and quite frankly, a little obsessed. And my goal weight? That number changes often. Do I want to be the size I was when I found out I was pregnant? Well, my husbands answer is a big fat NO. He doesn't want me to get that small ever again. He pointed out a photo of me where (in my little mind) I felt too fat. He said, "you look so beautiful there. please don't get skinnier than that". So, if I go along with that idea, I am about 9 lbs away from my goal weight and probably the weight I look best at.
So back to the point of this post. This past weekend we went shopping and although I didn't really shop for myself, Phillip picked out a dress for me. The problem? The largest size was... a size 2! I put it back and stated "I will never be a size two again. ever." to which my husband answered, " yes you will, I promise. And we're getting the dress." I was convinced to purchase the size two because maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to fit into it one day. And when that day comes? You better believe I'm gonna rock it.
(Oh and dont worry, I didn't pay the price the tag says. No way, no how.)
Girl...you will totally be a size two again. I didn't think I would ever get there and I did (well except for some jeans with no stretch, my hip bones spread.) You will too! Your body will find it's rhythm again. And for now, know you are stunning just the way you are. ;)ReplyDelete
Aw thanks girl! Your comments are always so encouraging ;)ReplyDelete