Slacker = Success?

So, even though I was a complete and total slacker with the 30 day shred, I still lost weight during March.

My beginning goals were ambitious. Apparently too ambitious. So I really, really, failed at following through on the exercise front. I still followed Weight Watchers, and went on a good number of walks.

I weigh in tomorrow and am not looking forward to it. This past week has been...odd.

Every morning I wake up starving. Then, by ten I'm starving again! This continues all day, and I have been eating far too much and feeling far too down on myself to make sure that every time I grab a snack it's a healthy option.

All the same, there have been changes. Good changes.

In early January, I purchased a nice pair of jeans. I had been wearing this crappy, ugly, cheap, "fat" jeans. The waists were insanely high and my "mommy"-ness was apparent because of them. So, I decided that even though I was going on weight watchers I would buy a nice pair of jeans to get me through until I could fit back into my pre-pregnancy jeans.

Size 14. I wanted to cry.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I did cry when I realized I wore a size 14.

But I am now fitting back into my size 10 (they are all labeled "30," which is the equivalent of a size 10). They are snug, and there is a bit of muffin top, but they fit. I don't even have to squeeze into them.

So, remember these photos?:

I am happy to share my new photos with you. They are not the same. I did not put on the same pants, and there isn't the same lighting. I am wearing my nice size 14 jeans.

Please, please, excuse the towel on my head. Also? Please excuse the horrendous stretch marks. Having a toddler at birth will do that to you.

Here is what I am most excited about:

About 25 pounds more to go, or until my size 10 are back to fitting me loosely and I feel comfortable and confident in my body.

And now? Back to Jillian. Back to long walks. Back to being serious about this.

A Milestone I Never Thought About

As of Friday, April 3, I was down to 153.4, which is a slow but steady loss.

Last week I hit a milestone I had never thought of. My first goal was to get under 180. Then 170. Then 160. Now it's 150, with my eventual goal of 130, or feeling comfortable with myself again. But then I hit another goal. One I hadn't really thought about.

I am wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans.

I know! Big milestone.

Now, I would be lying if I didn't say it was a really, really, happy day for me. But I would also be lying if I said it made me feel good about myself.

Sure. They fit. I pull them up over my thighs and my butt, zipper and button them. They fit. Just like they should. But there is a big difference between how I look in them now compared to pre-pregnancy. BIG difference.

I never had this saggy belly before. The love handles. The ginormous muffin top.

So, it feels great to have these pants that fit.

Oh, and Jillian? I'm sorry I'm such a slacker. Seriously, if you knew me in person you would do some serious yelling. You'd probably make me cry. I only ended up working out with you about 15 of the 30 days. But. I'll be back. I like you.