The fit and happy life

I waited a while to make this post, mostly because I wanted to give enough time to make sure it wasn't a fluke. Here we are, a few months later and I'm still in a size 8.

This is a big deal for someone who spent college squeezing into a size 18 because she didn't want to admit that she was really a size 20 or 22, maybe even 24 at her largest. Just as fabulous is the feeling I got when I was trying on dresses for NYE and was able to pull mediums off the rack, fairly certain they would fit (they all did).

Now I have my sights set on a size 6, and why not? I don't have that much more weight to lose before I'm at ideal range, but there is still a bit of excess me I'm trying to trim down and tone. More than anything I'd love to confidently wear a bikini when I'm in Florida at the end of March. I don't think one more pants size and looking hot in a bikini is all that far away and it gives me great motivation.

If I succeed, maybe that will be the "after" shot I can use to tell my story. Or maybe it will be the beginning of the next chapter, in which I continue living the fit and happy life.