So this morning, I woke up but I was tired I went back to sleep for an extra five minutes. Then, when I was able to peel myself out of bed, I waddled, eyes closed, hair standing straight up I felt my way to the bathroom, closed the door, open the cupboard and pulled out the scale. Taking a breath, I stood on it, held that breath and prayed. After a while, I looked down and Tadaa!! After six weeks of Zumba at 1am in the morning, I've lost five pounds...FIVE pounds! It doesn't look like I lost it to me but the scale, I checked it on two different ones!!
And I bought this coat last christmas for the winter, but when it came it wasn't warm enough so I wore it at the beginning of winter. It's a grey coat that was supposed to overlap and button up. I could BARELY get it to overlap. Yesterday, I found it in my closet because anything does in that place goes into a void. Technically I hid it because I didn't like the way I looked in it. My bulges sticking out every where. So I came across the coat. Fear gripped me but I took a breath and slipped it on. When it wrapped around me I couldn't help flailing and screaming and doing a zumba chop, and pelvic thrusting...I'm so glad there was no one there to video tape it. When I got dressed in it and came down the stairs to show my mom at about one AM this morning, her eyes bulged it was awesome!
Also I love these black pants and they fit but were so tight I couldn't bend over in them or it would be ripped. They were THAT tight. Yesterday I couldn't help but bend over to show my mom just how well they fit now. And this morning I speed walk across the parking lot and I wasn't winded. This is a little victory for me--I am very proud and happy I started this journey, though sometimes I feel like I'm torturing myself.
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