Skinny Jeans

Do you have a pair?? If your a female, I am sure you do. Let me introduce you to my skinny pair of jeans..

This picture was taken July 2007 on my honeymoon. It was the last time I could fit into them.

Apparently getting married goes hand in hand with weight gain. People say it is "happy weight." Personally, I never found happiness in my new found fat. Don't get me wrong. I did try. I bought really cute larger outfits. I cleaned out my closet twice and gave all the clothes that no longer fit to my younger sister.  but I just couldn't find the happiness in it.

Eevery time I cleaned out my closet the skinny jeans would remain. At first, I kept them as a reminder of skinny times and a slight hope that one day I would fit in them again.. just maybe. But for the past two years, these jeans have laughed at me. They have stared at me and dared me to try them on.

Thankfully, I also had a have gym membership the past 2 years that was just begging to be used! (Well, it was more Jeremy doing the begging since we were paying for it.. Every month he as like, "why are we paying for this gym if you aren't going to use it?" And I was like, "Because one day I will use it.. And I need to keep the membership for that day.. Plus we are under a contract!")

Oh, and I my boss  wanted me to join her and her daughter for their insane workouts. (100 lunges, 50 squats, AND a 2 mile run 3 times a week. Yes insane, but absolutely worth it!)

AND, I have the best siblings ever who put up with my need for competition and agreed to make it into a bet where we all competed to meet some type of goal. (Obviously mine was to lose weight.)

For the past 6 months, I have been going to the gym at least 5 times a week, learning how not to compete with my husband's portions at meal time, and have taken away all sweets and sodas except for one day a week.

And then two weeks ago, I met my goal!

There was still one test to complete, though. I had to try on the jeans.

I slowly went to my closet and said a prayer. I knew it would be devastating for them not to fit. I would be forced to give up food all together. And I like food. So with my husband by my side I pulled out the jeans and sucked in for good measure...

 I got the zipper up! 

AND THEY FIT!! 

I could even breathe in them!!  You have no idea how happy I was. No longer would these jeans mock me. No more would they collect dust. No more would I be tempted to hand them down as my final act of acceptance. Nope. Now I will wear them everyday as a way to commemorate the occasion.

I even wore them while I made celebratory cookies!!

And I have worn them ever since :-)