Size Seven!

So, on Thanksgiving, I tried on my size eight pants. They were too big. So big I could take them off without unbuttoning them. So big they wouldn't stay up.

You see, I have been losing weight for the past two years. I have gone from a size 18, steadily down to where I am now. Size seven.

Yesterday, the shopping day from hell, I decided something had to be done. I went to Miejer, I hate that store, to do some grocery shopping. While there, I decide to cruise the clothing department. I found a pair of jeans that I liked. I got a size seven, figuring they would be too small, as when I look in the mirror, all I see is a blob.

I tried them on. That is when I heard the angels choir begin to sing for joy. They fit. They were not tight. They did not cut off circulation. They fit. I decided I had to buy them, seeing as how angelic that moment had been.

I am a size seven. A size seven. I have not seen single digit clothing since 1993.
So now that I have found a better size of pants, I have to go out and buy a few more pairs. This way I can actually wear clothing that fits, and doesn't sag on me, like an old persons skin.
I am thin.

I never thought I would be thin again. Now I have to make sure I don't gain the weight back. I am so stoked.

Now if only I could get a tummy tuck for the loose skin on my tummy. I would be in heaven!

Thinfully Yours