My bad news isn't as much bad news as it is just a realization as to what in the world have I been doing these past three years? Not working, duh ... so obviously, why in all the glorious amounts of TIME I had didn't I do something about all the extra flab hanging around? Yes, I have a honey and three children, and homework and house chores and errands and blah blah blah ... Well I can't kick myself anymore while I am down, and I sure as heck can't turn the hands of time back so I guess the best thing I can say to my future skinny self, I am sorry I didn't take advantage of the days I didn't have anything to do. I will try my super darn hardest to remember this feeling and try my super darn hardest to make exercise just as important as anything else I have to do. I mean in the long run, it could be the difference of saving my life, literally.
So, you must be wondering what my holy shit news is. I said it this very statement out loud today while shopping for a small amount of new clothes for this new job. I hate to shop, I don't like to try things on but I decided I should today just to safe. There I am, in the department store with my honey, looking at cute tops and pretty sweaters and grabbing a few and realize, I can put this sweater on right here, no need to find one of those scary full length mirrors, it's just a little sweater that can go over my shirt now. So I do. I grab the last size I think I wear, it is a little snug so I think, "OK, lets try one up and another sweater, it has to be the type of sweater, there's no way I am BIGGER."
TWO sizes later and TWO sizes bigger ... HOLY SHIT! I am going to so be the, "Who's the new fat girl at work?" Yes, I have thought of looking for work when I lost some weight ... how said is that? Glad the job is here though. Next week I start and another positive thing about this new journey including everything else ... there won't be a damn refrigerator within walking distance all day at my service!
Happy Tuesday, I guess!