Yesterday, I bought a clothing size yesterday that I haven't worn in 10 years.
TEN! YEARS!
Friday evening I picked up The Dress from the alteration shop. I stepped into it and it zipped right up. Snug in the waist and not much breathing room but I'm in it. Three months ago I couldn't do that. A month ago I barely got it zipped. Today, it fits. Next month? I'd at least like to be able to get a little more wiggle room in it. Enough so that I'll be able to actually enjoy the post-wedding meal we've got planned without needing the jaws of life to get me out of the dress afterwards.
Thomas and I went shopping over the weekend. This wasn't just your everyday pick up this and that window shopping bullshit. OH NO. This was a heavy duty, hit every store in a 50 mile radius, make your credit card company think your card's been jacked, weep when the bill comes in kind of shopping. Both of us needed new clothes and not just because of Vegas, but because nothing fit anymore. I tried on dresses yesterday and felt so girly. I tried on pants and shorts and skirts and shirts and bought almost everything that fit. I deserved a day like that.
I am embracing this current size but at the same time I look forward to getting down to the next one. While I am proud of what I've accomplished so far I have to keep going. To prove to myself that I can be better, be healthier, and reach my goal.