It's definitely not a secret that I was on Weight Watchers awhile back. I lost 135 pounds and kept it off until I got pregnant with Dexter. I went from a huge size to wearing a medium and sometimes a small. It was a great feeling. I could buy cute things off the clearance rack at Kohl's. I could shop all the great sales that only ever had small sizes left. I felt great.
Right before I found out I was pregnant, I bought a ton of cute, new clothes from Ann Taylor, New York & Company, and Banana Republic (my favorite store), all for like 68347374% off. Then, I found out I was pregnant. I kept my pregnancy a secret until I reached my second trimester, and I couldn't really wear any of the clothes I bought because by the time that season rolled around, it would have been pretty obvious I was pregnant.
Today, I was looking through some things and found this huge bag of clothing, with the tags still on, that I purchased and never was able to wear. It was exciting to find new clothes (thank goodness for classic pieces!), but kind of depressing because I love what I bought and want to wear them. The cream colored trousers with brown pinstripes alone are worth putting down that extra piece of pizza!
I went back to Weight Watchers a few weeks ago. I've lost 17 pounds and counting. I know to some people out there who look at me it's like, big deal. To me, it is a big deal. I know people look at me and judge me based on my weight. I know there are people who won't even think any of my weight loss matters until I am back to where I was pre-baby. Frankly, as much as words hurt (and fyi, I do hear what you say...perfect strangers and acquaintances alike) I can't let other people keep me from accomplishing my goal.
Anyway, that's where I am. I'm not perfect, but I deserve the chance to improve myself just like everyone else. And, he was worth it!
