I WEIGH 202.1!!!!!!!!! I have OFFICIALLY lost 30 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!! 
I flipped! I went bonkers!! Pulled everything out of my closets... I mean
EVERYTHING!!!!! The clothes I took to Jamaica just 4 short weeks ago are now
BIG! There are only like 10 shirts in my closet... the other 40 are on the floor! I no longer have any formal dresses... too
BIG!! I just saw my inches lost for the month of October and the number 13 didn't mean that much to me... but now???? OMG!!!!!!
I was elated to say the least! Until... I got to the back of my closet and pulled out our Boy Scout Leader shirts...
This shirt and I have a love/hate relationship. I smile when I see them because it brings back wonderful memories of watching my son grow and being lucky enough to experience those times with him. I hate that shirt because it was a men's xlarge... I HAD to tuck it in and that was at my heaviest weight ever... 250 pounds.
I should have left them both hanging there, untouched. But I couldn't do it. I pulled mine down and put it on... I could never button the last two buttons... ever... tears began to fall when the shirt swallowed me. Eddie's shirt was hanging next to mine... a men's large. Now, I've had to wear his before and needless to say, 3 buttons on the bottom have never been buttoned when I wore this shirt... they
all buttoned... not only did they button, but the shirt was
NOT pulling on me anywhere! And that's when I lost it...
I curled up on the floor in the fetal position for about 30 minutes crying my eyes out. I was so proud and yet, so damn angry! I was disgusted with myself for being severely obese for so long...
I was angry for wasting so much of my children's lives being their 'fat' mom...
Finally, I jumped up and that's when every single plus sized item I own came out of hiding!! I tried on the first 10 or so, then just started pitching everything that said women's, plus, 16, 18, 1X, 2X... I
COVERED my bedroom floor!!!!
When I ran out of clothes of mine to go through, I peeked into handsome hubby's closet. I have not weighed less than this wonderful man since before I became pg with Brittney... over 20 years ago! I couldn't wear his shirts... forget his jeans! I grabbed a shirt... life is good! Then a pair of his jeans... 36's... hmm...
what the heck! THEY FIT!!!! I ran around the house crying my eyes out dressed in my husbands clothes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, now that you all know that I am mental...
Let me say this. I still have a LONG way to go to get to goal. It's just THIS number holds such meaning to me. I have wondered for years where the line was, going from severely obese to just obese... or overweight... I do believe I've just crossed it...