So this happened.
Ignore my Mexi-fro. It was really humid here today as it rained all morning, and my hair needs to be cut.
These are the shorts I wore at my heaviest weight. And they were tight then.
I’d purposely kept them when I started this path because I wanted a stark reminder of where I started. I never wanted to forget where I came from.
Tonight I got to thinking, I wonder if I can do that thing where you put both legs inside the one leg of a pair of pants? So I dug up the shorts, and gave it a try.
I felt the catch in my throat when I was able to pull the single leg up over both my thighs. I thought, no way…holy shit, I was this big? What in the hell? How?
I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do this.
Yet here I am: two legs in one pants leg. With room.
54 pounds from my goal and chugging toward maintenance.
I got this.
La Guerra de La Gorda 