This morning, after my morning jog with the pup, I showered and got ready as usual. Because my doggy slobbers ALL over my clothes, I only have a few clean jeans in my closet. I grabbed a pair and went to put them on. I realized the tags where still on, which is something I do with my “goal” clothes. (Yup, I said clothes, plural; I have half a closet of “motivational” outfits) Since I already had them in my hands I decided to give them a try. When they zipped up I had to check the size one more time. These are jeans that I couldn’t even button before.
You see, I began working out and eating clean in October. I’ve lost a total of 6 pounds since then... Yup, 6 months, 6 pounds. It’s quite embarrassing, and I often feel like a hypocrite. When anyone asks for help I happily give advice, but in the back of my head I always feel like “really? Why would you take me seriously? I can’t even lose the weight myself.”
Well today’s pictures make me feel so much better. I might have only lost 6 pounds but I went down a size! My tummy is a lil flatter and my legs are leaner. I might be on the slowest train on earth, but that’s ok with me. I’m moving in the right direction and I’m doing it in a healthy way.
This is proof of how evil the scale is. I felt like I had made no progress, I mean, I hadn’t even thought to try on the jeans again. It was all just a happy coincidence.
Anyways, I’m proud of myself and very pleasantly surprised and I wanted to share ;)
Have a great Friday everyone!
Carina
