For my birthday, my sweet husband took me clothes shopping.
Yes, I know how fortunate I am to have him.
I have been wearing size 12 jeans for a while.
The smallest I've ever squeezed into in my adult life was a tight size 10 about 6 years ago.
Yes, I do remember how long ago because I was so thrilled.
I didn't get to stay in them long because I gained a ton of weight.
On my birthday I was feeling pretty optimistic since my 12's have gotten fairly loose.
I tried on several pair of size 10's and they all fit.
Later on, my husband surprised me with some beautiful size 10 shorts.
I just prayed they would fit so he wouldn't be disappointed that he got the wrong size.
Not only did they fit, but they were kinda loose.
This week I snuck into a fitting room with a pair of size 8 shorts.
They zipped and buttoned.
They're still just a little tight, but that pair did go home with me.
It's my inspiration at the moment.
I hung them up in the bathroom and I see them every morning.
I have never in my adult life fit into a size 8 anything.
The last time I wore a size 8 I was in middle school.
When I started losing weight and setting goals, I just wanted to fit in a 12.
I'm just in awe that I could do this.
Sure I have struggled and really taken my time getting here, but it was worth it.