I am sure that everyone has that special space in their closet reserved for the clothes that have become too small but that they will eventually fit into again. Some people will see the day that they can don those clothes again. However, for others, that dream is a false hope because they are never able to regain their former size and/or shape. These articles of clothing sit sadly in the back of the closet or in a box shoved in the corner as a sad reminder of a figure long gone.
I've always considered myself to be one of the other people - destined to hold onto false hope. But today is the day that I shed that persona and became one that eventually saw them fit again. Today is the day that my "skinny jeans" were transformed into jeans I can wear once more.
I was in the middle of my morning routine today and I had an urge to try them on. I saw them lying there on the loveseat in my bedroom beckoning to me and I just knew they would fit. I've been able to get them on, zipped and everything before now, but they were too tight to look good. But now? They not only slip on, but they fit and they look good!
I am now officially back at the point in which I had formerly abandoned all hope of ever losing weight. The past sins are erased and I can begin again. It is funny that when I was a size 24 before I was sad and dejected and feeling such an absence of satisfaction with my present state. However, after having seen the other side of a size 32 I am grateful to be back there in those size 24 jeans. This time I know I have the power to continue to lose and drift into a size 22, 20, 18... and wind up at whatever size makes me feel like the woman I want to be. Will it be a size 12 or a size 14? Who knows? I am just going to enjoy the journey.
I now know that eventually can become today.