12

That number right there is the size of pants I purchased this weekend.  I have NEVER fit into a size 12... I say that but I am sure it hasn't been since maybe high school, if that.  I have been larger than that since I can remember.  I almost freaked out in the dressing room, and I am not stopping there.  I was needing some new pants desperately going into the next couple months.  My pants were too loose, making my butt look saggy and I hated feeling like a bag lady everymorning before work.  I just struggle to figure out my clothes on a daily basis.  I'm kinda excited about measuring myself on Wednesday.  I will say I weighed in at 183.5 today, so no change since the beginning of the month but if my measurements changed then I know I am still doing some good.  I will say it's enough to drive me nuts though.  I am pretty good about watching my intake and I have a difficult time believing that all the running and lifting and watching the calorie intake isn't making a difference... frustrating.  I have to remind myself that the number on the scale or inside my pants does not define me... but it makes me feel damn good when the numbers go down.  So, here is the August goal: we are going to get into the 170's people!

I did try to take a few photos to show my current progress.  I think the last time I posted pictures I was in the 190's.  I'm getting there, it's just taking forever!