First off, the obligatory "fat pants" picture...
These are my "before" pants that Thomas and I both fit into. Size 24s. Can you believe it? I was astonished about 2 weeks ago when I was doing my measurements... my waist is now only 1.5 inches larger than my THIGH used to be. (Starting right thigh measurement was... 27 inches. My waist is now clocking in at 28 1/2).
And now... the "can I get away with this yet?" picture...
Also, just so y'all know, I think I've turned a significant corner in my getting fit journey.
I am no longer freaking out about a gain. (Yes, smart ass, that means I had a gain this week. 1.6 pounds, as a matter of fact.)
Not publicly. Not privately.
I am really... no longer fazed by a weight gain. This astonishes me. I never thought I'd get to a point where I was "whatever" about it. I don't... care.
Which is not to say I'm grabbing the chips bag and going to town with it. Just that I know the weight came on and I know I have the skills and patience to take it back off.
For me, this is a great, wonderful thing.