So I have a pair of jeans.
When I bought these jeans a few years ago, they fit well.
Then they fit not so well.
Eventually, they didn't fit at all.
Our first jean day after our summer vacation was the day I learned I couldn't even pull these jeans up over my butt. I sighed, folded the jeans back up, and put something else on. There those jeans sat for the last two years. Every once in a while I would forget that those jeans didn't fit, take them out of my dresser and try to put them on again.
Every time I just folded them back up and put them away.
Today was our dress down / jeans day. Of course, this morning I woke up late and had to rush around trying to not be late for work. I opened up my dresser searching for a pair of jeans to wear. Folded up in my drawer were those jeans. Same place I have left them for the last two years. I didn't even realize it. I threw the jeans on, threw on a shirt, grabbed my keys and quickly headed to work. It wasn't until a red light 15 minutes away from my house that I looked down and realized what I was wearing.
It was the jeans. The jeans that went from being regular everyday jeans to my skinny jeans. I was in them.
And the status of the jeans had changed again. They were no longer my "skinny" jeans.
They were too big.
On Wednesday I head back to my doctor and right now I am on track to have lost at least 25 pounds since June 24. There is a second milestone that I should hit, but I am going to save that entry for when it happens. I could run upstairs and weigh myself right now and probably already be there, but I am only counting official weigh-in days at my doctor's office.
I found myself becoming obsessed with the number on the scale. Everyday I would weigh myself. Sometimes multiple times a day. Now I just trust. I trust myself that what I am doing is working. Let the scale talk next week.
For now I am going to wear those jeans. Soon they will be so big I will not be able to wear them.
I'm going to enjoy this moment.