Friday night I was able to get out of the house for a couple of hours and be someone other than "Mom". It was truly great to be at a restaurant and not have to tell someone to turn around and sit down in their chair, or help them take a bite of their dinner, or use bribery to get them to cooperate. It was also great to not have to shake a rattle in one hand while trying to eat with the other while doing all of the aforementioned things.
Before I left, I was trying to find something to wear. Now, you must know that my wardrobe consists of very, very little right now. I mostly wear comfy pants during the day because I can't stand to be in jeans while I'm cleaning or chasing around two kids. The only pair of jeans that I wear are a size 10 Long and Lean from The Gap. :sigh: It's depressing because before #1 I was wearing the same jeans in a size 4, which I still have up in the closet for "someday", but I digress. I noticed the other day those my jeans, even after washing and drying, were getting to be too big. WOO HOO! Score!
So, I decided to pull down the pair of American Eagle jeans I was wearing when I got pregnant with #2. I attempted to put them on about 2 months ago and I couldn't even get them up over my hips. Ugh.
I opened the jeans up from their folded (and somewhat dusty) state, looked at them in disbelief, and stepped both feet in. I started to pull them up and noticed very little resistance when it came to my hip area. I started to get excited at this point because a few weeks ago they almost burst at their seams at this point. As I pulled them up over my larger-than-before rear end, I started to wonder if this could really be happening! Were these the same jeans I couldn't get into before?? I looked down just to be sure - and they were!
Then, came the final test. They were up over my hips and rear, but could I get them buttoned and zipped? I said a little prayer and told myself not to be too disappointed when I couldn't. I reasoned that this was good enough for now, that it was an accomplishment to have done this much! So, I grabbed both ends, pulled them together and..........
GOT THEM BUTTONED!!!!!!!!
I zipped the zipper up, and stared at myself in the mirror just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. There I stood, in my size 8 AE jeans, over my hips, covering my rear, buttoned and zipped with full blown muffin top, but they were on! WOO HOO! I almost cried.
I didn't end up wearing the jeans out because of the amount of muffin I had, but it felt incredibly good to just have gotten these suckers on. I'm thisclose to reaching my goal (well, not thisclose, but closer than I was) and it was just reassurance that my hard work was paying off.
I pretty much blew the whole thing on chips, salsa, quesadillas and nachos (oh, and the margarita), but I didn't care. :) I'm getting rid of this weight and it feels so good!