Amazing how you feel when you’re heavy, obese, huge – just plain fat – what ever you want to call it, when you’re out and about. Heck, when you’re alone at home too – it doesn’t feel so great.
Having lost 78 pounds now, my body has transformed in a myriad of ways. I feel great. Move well. Less tired. And, actually am starting to feel, well, pretty.
What’s best, however, I am now closer to average size jeans.
Yes. I am now a size 16. I don’t think I’ve been a size 16 since high school! Gotta tell ya – it feels fucking great! I never realized that a size 16 would be one of my goals through this journey.
Weird how you can feel happy about being average. I’m neither above or below – just average.
Studies have said that the average American woman is a size 14 (no matter what Victoria Secret thinks). And, thank goodness for hashtags like #curvy because Lord knows I’ll never be stick straight. So is my final goal a 14? Or do I go toward a number on the scale instead? Or do I just go until I feel like I’m happy?
Yep. Until I’m happy. Although I’m pretty happy now that I’m feeling better.
And, I’m in a size 16 jeans. I have trendy, boyfriend distressed jean!
If I’m happy now… Boy, can’t imagine how happy I’ll feel when I’m down to a 14!