First time in a long time...

So, currently my closet is full of shirts and capri pants that don't fit.  The shirts fit, but they do my new figure zero justice.  Dresses that are either a smidge too tight still, or are way too big.  My drawers are full of shorts that are too big, jeans that I have to hold up to keep them up, pajamas that are slipping off and bras that I had to throw away! 

A good problem to have you say?  Yes, if I had a money tree growing in my backyard.  I ran through Ross last week (for Tim mostly, who has also, by the way, lost 15 lbs. or more and fits into nothing he owns) and swung through the ladies section.  I found a pair of denim capri pants and 2 shirts that actually fit my body and for under $10 each, I snatched them up.

This Sunday, as I am looking for something to wear to church, I opted (mostly out of desperation because NOTHING else fits... seriously...) for the new capri pants and a new shirt.  Anyone who knows me knows that this is going to sound odd and like nothing I would normally do, but I could not stop looking at myself in the mirror!!  I couldn't believe how much better my upper body looked in a shirt that fit.  No upper roll on my belly, no back fat rolls, no ill-fitting bra rolls, no real belly fat roll at all, to be honest. 

This was the first time in a VERY, VERY long time that I was actually pleased with my appearance.  Tim asked me if I needed a bigger mirror.  Wise ass.  I was just surprised to see how much of a difference this 10 weeks has made.  Yes, I still need a new bra, (because, in all honesty, half my weight loss was in this area, apparently, and the ladies need to rise up now), but the pants fit great, no squeezing, not tight in the wrong places, fit me in the right places and I could actually see a separation between my upper thighs.  More then normal, anyway.

This was a great feeling.  More like an awesome feeling.  I still have a ways to go to get where I want to be I think, but in the "I fight for me" vein, I am definitely moving in the right direction and would be hard pressed to let myself get back to the unhappy looking me again. 

I have so much appreciation for this opportunity.  Now, if it would just rain $20 bills on me, I would be a happy camper.