Last night I was sitting down relaxing before bedtime. It was a long day at work, and I was vegging out. Since it's summer, the AC is on and there was a fan blowing directly on me.
All the sudden I realized I was cold. I got up to grab a blanket and made a pit stop in the restroom. I noticed my robe hanging there on the back of the door, and thought it sounded nice and cozy.
That robe means a lot to me..it was the robe I bought last December when I was about 35 pounds into my weight loss; the FIRST adult robe I’d ever had that I could comfortably fit all the way around me. It is an XXL (I believe Mossimo brand, from Target). Without much further thought, I put it on.
OH MY GOD!
I could have rolled on the floor dying…I was swimming in it!!! Rather than it “just fitting”, I would estimate I had an extra 8 to 9 inches worth of fabric to cuddle around me..
It couldn’t have come at a better time either. Lately I’d hit a lull of discouragement. That robe made me realize that small losses will continue to add up, and weeks with no loss but maintaining pay off too. I got so excited I made a post to document it on my Fit, Fierce & Fabulous group on Facebook.
Have you ever gone to put on some clothing and found that it had gotten too big? What was it? Was it sheer joy or bittersweet?