16, 14, 12…

I’ve been crying a lot lately, for bad reasons and for good. But right now, things are REALLY good, so they are tears of joy.

In fact, I was thrilled to cry in a dressing room yesterday.

Let me explain.

A few weeks ago I weighed in at 179. After staying between 180-185 for months, I was elated. A few days later, I got on the scale and it read 182, and y’all, I cried so hard. I was absolutely devasted and I felt like I’d never lose this weight, never get healthy, never be able to run a marathon or do anything awesome because this weight would always, well, weigh me down.

But lately I’ve really been cutting back on calories and eating better, been really busting it in the gym (and at Zumba), so I could feel my body changing again. Finally, the scale reflected what I was feeling: 177. Finally!

And then I noticed my pants were, yet again, getting loose.

So I went to the store yesterday and tried on a size 10, and it fit, and I cried, and it was amazing. I’ve never been in this size, ever. It feels incredible. They’re even a tiny bit loose on the legs (not in the belly, but that’s OK, and it all just may be how they are cut).

I started this at a size 16. I am now a size 10. I never, ever thought I’d say that.

So, woo-hoo, it looks like I’m gonna finally start losing these last 30 pounds. I am so excited!