My son is home, on leave from the military. I am so happy to have all 9 of my children under one roof. It's been amazing. I've been working my ass off at the gym and on my bike ( really it's DH's bike, because MY bike is still getting fixed....GAH). DH fixed my broken elliptical and I am back in business on the home front. I like the gym but half the time the equipment is broken and since it is a really small gym it doesn't really help if things are broken.

We are going to the casino Thursday night and I wanted a new outfit to wear......I found this really pretty skirt and it was a 14/16 and I thought "well....it probably won't fit but I can try it on and see where I am on the clothing rack anyway..." and.....it fit. Perfectly. It really fit. I was a size 20 back in February and now I am a 14/16. I ALMOST want to take pictures of myself....I feel REALLY good about that. The tank top I picked out for it is a little too tight.....my belly doesn't look right in it so I have to take it back and find something else...but I looked good. For the FIRST time in a VERY LONG time....I looked good. I am really happy about that.

I love this sense of accomplishment and the sense of well being that comes along with it. I feel liberated and the realization that this journey is really, really working just lifts me so high. I can stop feeling like I am walking on egg shells wondering how this is going to work out for me. I can finally believe that everything is going to be just fine.