Day Four Hundred-Ten…

Many of us have that pair of jeans we hold onto even though chances are slim that we will be wearing them again (no pun intended). Hello, 1987…

When I was a kid, I saved up $75 (a fortune from my job at the soft yogurt store) and went to Woodbury Commons to the very elite Guess Store and bought these fabulous jeans. I remember the recessed lighting that seemed to make everything look better. Opening the door and stepping inside the fitting room. Trying them on and looking at myself in the wide mirror. It felt so good to pay for them and leave the store with my Guess bag.  I was so happy driving back home to Northport in my friend Samantha’s Chevette. These jeans, I can fit into my vintage 1987 Guess jeans.

Know that losing this weight, and going on a journey to improve my health has been (and at times continues to be)  difficult.  It is a complex problem one that will always require my attention. I am the kind of person who has a tendency to turn to food when I am under stress. It’s just the way it is for me. However, that doesn’t mean that I can’t do this, and it doesn’t mean this journey is absent of joy. There has been a lot of joy along the way.  I want to thank Kim for this beautiful and unexpected gift…

Notebook
Kim bought this for me because she knows I journal during my WW meetings. xo

Kim is part of my Saturday morning WW crew and I am touched by her generosity and thoughtfulness. I really love this notebook. xo

I am going to keep at this, so why not do this with me? Eventually, we will get there, it’s worth the effort. You are worth the effort and so am I. More tomorrow.

 

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