There comes a time...

Today, I fit into regular size 18 pants, not 18W, not stretch.  The real deal!  Now, I know that not all 18s everywhere are magically going to fit, but that doesn't matter.  Last year at about this time I was in 24s, and worried about what would come next.

I am ALMOST at the point where I can feel comfortable without an over-shirt!  Imagine!  I am considering a turtleneck over pants, all by themselves!  This is one of those thresholds that you gotta love, and it has nothing to do with a certain number of pounds lost.

Last year my purchases of tops was all centered around them being roomy enough to show no shape of me at all.  Now,  I am ready to ditch the tops that feel like tents.  They are not my best friend anymore.

I have settled in to my way of eating.  I am not perfect by any means and there are some improvements I want to make to how I handle myself during my slips.  But I am thrilled that I have hung on long enough to see that I can have success even WITH the slips.  I wish I didn't have the slips.  I am not going forward with the secret desire to have a slip every now and then and know I can get away with it.  But I have proven to myself that IMPERFECT still SUCCEEDS!