I feel younger today than I have in many years. And I think I look it, too. So THERE, 39! Forty, BRING IT!
Yesterday marked 3 months since I began my weight loss journey. As of this morning, I've lost 39 pounds. How cool is that? I was aiming for an even 40, but I'll take 39 and be happy with it. I'm officially past the 25% of goal mark, so I celebrated yesterday by buying a couple of new tops and a new pair of jeans. I'm down from 5x in shirts to 3x and some 2x's. And in jeans, allow me to shout from the rooftops: I bought a size 20 yesterday. TWENTY, people! I remember the agony of having to buy 20s for the first time. I'm fairly certain that I left the dressing room in tears that day so may years ago when Dani was a baby. She's 17 now (well, she will be in 3 weeks), and THIS time, standing in the dressing room trying on a pair of 20s, I whooped and hollared "Yessssss!", and she celebrated with me. Perspective. It's all in perspective.
Darren treated me to the most amazing birthday date last week, which brings me to my #1 favorite memory of June, carried over from my last post. He arranged for his mom to watch the boys overnight, and we went shopping. You know how I hate to shop. I'm a weird girl and always have been; when my high school friends wanted to go to the mall and "try on clothes", I used to roll my eyes and groan. But Tuesday night, it was different because we shopped for Darren! I've been begging him to buy new clothes for several months. His shirts are all ratty and his jeans are all HUGE! Darren himself has lost 25 pounds in the last year, and was still wearing 36's. Now he's in 33s. I had a blast shopping with him and picking out his new wardrobe, and he looks amazing. After shopping, he took me to dinner at one of our favorite old haunts: Italianni's, where we shared an entree and a delectable dessert. Following that, we played a couple of rounds of Putt Putt, then played in the arcade for an hour or so, plunking tokens down for Deal or No Deal and Dance Dance Revolution, and my favorite: Skee Ball.
It was a low-key, relaxing, perfect date. I loved every second of it, and relished just hanging out with my best friend and dreamboat of a husband. He makes me believe that I'm beautiful. He thanks God for me. He paints me in a radiant light when he describes me to others. He's God's gift to me, and I suppose that's one of the reasons I'm so content with my life. I have it all.
And I'm 39. This is just the beginning! :)