I hate shorts. It is pretty rare that I wear shorts, or pants of any sort, in the summer time. Most of the time, in the summer, I can be found wearing dresses. Usually light cotton sundresses, nothing fancy, just comfortable. But, when preparing for my Ice Cream Social, I found the cutest blue and brown plaid shorts, so I got them, in the hopes I could wear them for the party. Well, I hate to try on clothes, so I just got a size I hoped would fit, and brought them home. The day before the party, which would have been the last day of July, I tried them on. Bad news. There was no way I could wear them. I could not get them all the way on, much less buttoned and zipped. I was so so sad. I put them in my drawer, determined to be into them before the summer was over.
Yesterday, I wore those plaid shorts. They fit me perfectly. I was pretty stoked. I am finally starting to see progress. My first weight loss goal was to have lost 25 pounds by Labor Day. I am confidant I will achieve that goal on time, if not early. My biggest concern now is I know I am going to get to a point where I stop losing, but all I can do is keep trying. And keep thinking about those plaid shorts. Because the next time I go to put those things on, they had better be way too big for me.
