About five years ago, I was at the local thrift store, and I found a pink sweater. I loved the color, and it was only a dollar, but it was very much too small for me. I decided to get it anyway. After all, it was such a great color, and it was only a dollar, right? I put it in my closet and every time I would run across it, I would feel a little sad. Poor, pretty sweater ... never to be worn ...
Back in June, when I started this new lifestyle, I was really amazed to lose six pounds the first week. After the second week, when it happened again, I thought, "Well, maybe I will fit in that sweater someday." In August, I set a goal. "I'm going to wear that sweater on Christmas Day." It seemed like a good goal.
Well, guess what ...
Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and guess what I wore?
Yep, here's the sweater ... a whole holiday early. :)
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Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Hitting a Landmark
I'd like to share with you a little story. It's embarrassing. But I'm going to share it anyway.
About eighteen months ago, I was out in Roosevelt for a book signing, and I stopped in at a restaurant for dinner. All the tables were full, and so there were only booths available. I could not fit into the booth. I was so humiliated.
It turns out that most booths have a "fat" side and a "skinny" side - one bench is farther away from the table than the other. I was with a friend, and she and I traded places so I could have the "fat" side. I just barely fit in it. I ate my dinner with the table just about cutting me in half. Of course, my imagination kicked in and I envisioned everyone in the restaurant looking over at me - "Hey, that fat chick can't even fit in the booth." It was miserable. I don't usually spend a lot of time worrying about what other people think of me - life's too short for that - but that night, it really bothered me.
Last Saturday, I was in Roosevelt again. And I went to the same restaurant. And guess what ...
This is me, sitting on the "skinny" side. And I have room to spare.
If you'd like to read my post about my battle with sugar, click here - I posted it on my other blog.
About eighteen months ago, I was out in Roosevelt for a book signing, and I stopped in at a restaurant for dinner. All the tables were full, and so there were only booths available. I could not fit into the booth. I was so humiliated.
It turns out that most booths have a "fat" side and a "skinny" side - one bench is farther away from the table than the other. I was with a friend, and she and I traded places so I could have the "fat" side. I just barely fit in it. I ate my dinner with the table just about cutting me in half. Of course, my imagination kicked in and I envisioned everyone in the restaurant looking over at me - "Hey, that fat chick can't even fit in the booth." It was miserable. I don't usually spend a lot of time worrying about what other people think of me - life's too short for that - but that night, it really bothered me.
Last Saturday, I was in Roosevelt again. And I went to the same restaurant. And guess what ...
This is me, sitting on the "skinny" side. And I have room to spare.
If you'd like to read my post about my battle with sugar, click here - I posted it on my other blog.
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