I've been running around like my three year old future thug-child saying "Holla!".
I'm serious...and I did NOT teach my child to say either "Holla" or "Deuces".
I blame it all on my thug-wannabe husband.
Still, I find myself on a Monday saying "Holla!"
'Cause I passed that ever-elusive fifty pounds lost mark today!
In case you were as dumbfounded by the term as I was...here's the definition:
interj. 1. an exclamation of greeting. 2. an exclamtion used to show excitement or enthusiasm. verb. 1. to call. 2. to summon
To be more exact, I have officially lost 50.5 pounds today and I have dropped another pants size!
About six years ago, I collected jeans. Back then I would spend a lot of money on a pair of jeans. When I gained all of my weight, I sadly put them all into storage. I really didn't think I'd ever wear them again, but I sure wasn't going to give away hundreds of dollars worth of jeans.
This week, I snuck into the storage bin and began trying them all on. Every single pair fit me again!!!! I just sat in the bedroom floor and cried. I never thought I'd wear them again and here they were fitting over my butt and buttoned comfortably.
I just bawled my eyes out.
Ryan walked in the room...
Jeans were thrown everywhere and I was sitting in the middle of the floor in tears.
(I know that man thinks I have lost my ever-lovin' mind most days)
I'm eleven pounds away from my original goal. I know I'm going to fight for every single pound.
But this time I shall be doing it in all of my favorite jeans!