Wait...where's my waist? If you find it...you win a prize!
Hey look! It's my waist!
This morning I put on a new outfit and nearly passed out from the AWESOMENESS that is my waist! When this whole thing began, back in October of 2010, my waist measured in at 52 inches (that's 4.3 feet). After 100 pounds and many many hours of working out it now measures a mere 41 inches!!! For those of you who hate math...that means I've lost 11 inches off of my waist! ELEVEN!!!!!! I am SO very happy with how I look and with the numbers that prove that I have literally been working my can off! (Cue happy dance!)
As you know I've been struggling with feeling gross because of the extra skin situation but I've decided to wear it like a badge of honor. I will gladly deal with the extra skin if I can have a waist like the one I have! I will smear on stretch mark lotion every day and know that I have slain my demons! Those stretch marks will be my battle scars and I will be proud that they can be seen and aren't stretched out over pounds and pounds of fear masquerading as fat. I have spent enough of my life hating myself. I am done with that! I will love every inch of myself...even the stretched out parts!
Now on to the last 9.5 inches off my waist and then...watch out Anthropolgie!!!!!
