Bob and the boys got me a shirt for Mother's Day, not last year, but the year before. It's pink and says "World's Best Mommy" with a big fat heart. And I loved it. But it didn't fit. Not even close. I have held on to this shirt determined to wear it. (For a pajama shirt). Last year I pulled it out and tried it on. Sort of. But still too tight and felt really insecure, even to just sleep in it.
I pulled it out a week ago. Not only does it fit, but it's a little loose!! I have been reminded lately of how long I have been working on this. Roughly two years now. It's been a slow hard process for me full of ups and downs. I don't seem to lose weight quickly. I don't understand how some people can. It's not that I am not happy for other people. I love seeing other people get healthy. The negative thinking in my own head creeps back though. "What is it about me that I can't seem to lose it that quickly?" But I can't focus on anyone else. It doesn't matter that someone else can lose the same amount in 6 months that I have in 2 years. It only matters that I have made the changes I needed to make. And I have.
And tonight my mommy t-shirt is proof of that!