I brought my fat pants to my weight watchers meeting on Thursday. I have not pulled them out in a long time. It was very emotional for me to stand up in front of everyone and show those pants. Instead of feeling proud of what I have accomplished, I was embarrassed of how huge those pants were. Just looking at them gives me a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. All the what ifs haunt me. What if I gain it back? What if I really can't do this? What if it is too hard, and I just can't keep it off? What if, what if, what if.... I can't do that anymore though. It is not good for my head. Today I will do my best, and the next day, and the next day. Just like in the Batman movie when Batman's dad says to him "Why do we fall Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up" (who knew watching Batman was so inspirational!?)
This is a picture of my daughter holding my fat pants. I can fit into one leg now. The reason I chose not to model them today is because I am sick, and I am in my pajamas. She is also way cuter than me.
