Week 12, Size 12

Here it is, the end of week 12.  This morning I took my progress photos and I would proudly like to welcome my obliques this time around. 

I can't get over how much my body has changed in 12 weeks. Last night I finally started making progress at pulling clothes out of my closet that were too big.  I am on bag number two and have half of my closet left.  Even though this week I finally saw a drop in actual weight, I still know that the number on the scale has little to do with my progress.  It's all about size.  Tangible numbers in tags.

I started with pants a size 18, gym pants an XXL, t-shirt an XL and bra size 38DD. Last week, I squeezed my butt into a size 12 jeans.  They zipped but that did not mean I could breathe.  When I got dressed this morning, I grabbed a size medium shirt, 32D bra, and my size 14 jeans that I squeezed into on week 7 or 8.  After zipping them up, I noticed that they too are now too big. Back to the now comfortable size 12's I went.  Before getting dressed, I took my much anticipated "progresses photos".  They say that the proof is in the pudding, right?  Little by little, my thighs and hips are slimming down but everything north and south of the border look like a new person since my first set of photos.  Even my face, not only has it slimmed down but there is a noticeable smile that seems to get bigger and bigger in every photo.  I am so proud of my body now. 

I earned it.  It's the trophy I get to take home after 12 weeks of killing it in and out of the gym every single day. 

Are you taking photos?