I can't wait for the day when my reflection makes me do a double take.
When my husband doesn't recognize me from behind and says, "Oh wow, I didn't realize that was you!"
When I walk in to work in a cute, flattering outfit and I am so confident that it just seeps out of my pores and makes my smile infectious.
The day that I realize I'm probably a (another) size smaller.
When I don't give a second thought to signing up for a 5K, or taking four flights of stairs to my car on the top of the parking garage.
When the first person notices my body changing drastically.
I can't wait for that day that my fat jeans fall off of me.
When I may actually need to purchase a belt to hold my pants up. Or hell -- for FASHION reasons!
When I see my family again after a lot of weight loss and they are speechless.
When I inspire someone else to have surgery and take charge of their health.
It'll be interesting to see if more people try to be my friend or noticeably pay more attention to me because of my weight loss....AND if any of my closer pals act differently because of my weight loss....I hope not.
I look forward to fitting great in a plane seat and not feeling inadequate in a bathing suit and wearing knee high boots next fall and skirts that don't go to my ankles and realizing no matter what photo is taken of me that it's my "good" side...
I can't wait for the day when I enjoy exercising and not feeling as if I'm going to throw up afterwards.
Will there be a day I take up running?
How about a day when I purchase a pair of jeans in a single-digit size?
Will there be a day that comes when I'm satisfied with my body weight, proud of my accomplishments, and loving life even more than I ever imagined?
I hope so.
I can't wait for the rest of my life to start. It'll be a great life to live in a body I am so comfortable in.
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