Being fat stinks.
But you know what DOESN'T stink?
When you kick fat's trash and can walk off triumphant.
Now don't get me wrong. I have a LONG way to go... but you have to celebrate the victories along the way. And today was definitly a victory.
I stepped up on that scale and slowly slid the weight across the manual do-hicky thingy and my heart leaped.
I didn't only SMASH my 20 pound mark in the dirt, I STOMPED and burried it with a whopping 21 pounds lost in 7 weeks.
Goodbye 260's. I will NEVER see you again!
And for a quick picture comparison of how I've changed in 20 pounds:
As I was posting this picture comparison, my husband, Josh kind of laughed a little. He said it looks like I am smuggling something in my sweatshirt. HA! Thanks babe. ;) It's true though, it kind of looks like I tried to smuggle in another butt through my front side. But you know what. I was happy. And you know why? Because I had my third little baby with me, and my other two toddlers were at an Easter egg hunt. I was happy with my family and my life... but when I saw this picture for the first time I was mortified. My life was perfect, but I was not.
I took control of myself and my life. I am not perfect and will struggle for the rest of my life with my weight and my own self-image... but I can tell you right now...
I am PROUD of that after picture. Makeup-less and all. :)
EAT DIRT FAT... Because you are no longer eating away at me!
(I am also VERY proud to say that my husband has lost 16 pounds right along with me. When he laughed at my picture, I snorted right back at his! hahaha! *wink wink!)
