A couple of months before I found out that I was pregnant for the very first time, I found the perfect pair of jeans. I was meandering in Old Navy one day back in 2003, and found this really cute pair of jeans. They were a size 14 and a little bit big, but the fit was perfect. They hugged my rear end just right to give me an apple-bottom. They slimmed my thighs and had just the right amount of flair at the bottom to make my walking boots look amazing. The perfect pair of jeans, y’all!
Then, I found out I was pregnant and started eating for two. They always tell you that “you are eating for two” but really they mean that you only need about 300 extra calories a day. I took the phrase literally and started eating for two adults. So my perfect pair of jeans no longer fit when I was about 3 months in to my pregnancy. And so I had to retire them, even though I had only worn them a couple of times.
Every year, I go through my clothing and give away a bunch of it. If I haven’t worn it in forever, then it should go to someone who can use it. That’s my philosophy.
Every year I come across those jeans and something inside just wouldn’t let me give them away. I kept telling myself that I *would* get back into them again. And that dream didn’t even come close to fruition until now. I can’t fit into them yet, but I will.
This afternoon I was thinking about them as I was doing my workout. I kept thinking about how good it would feel to be able to slip them on over my hips and button and zip them up comfortably. Just the thought of them gave me an extra push forward. And then I thought about all of the cute shirts that I could buy to go with them. And of course, get myself a new leather jacket. Leather jackets are awesome.
This is a big deal for me because for so long (ever since I gained all of this weight) I have stayed away from shopping for myself. I wouldn’t allow it. I would punish myself for being so overweight. And sometimes I was in denial and would not want to move up to the next size. Plus, when you are 300+ pounds, shopping is just not fun anymore. You have to shop in the special plus-sized department. And even though they are getting better at making cute fashions for plus-sized gals like myself, there is still that stigma that heavy chicks like to wear tents.
So, the day I get to put those jeans on will not be the day I hit goal, but it will be a day where I can feel like I *did it!*.
What is the one thing you are looking forward to being able to do or wear on your journey?

