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.