SMALL victory

Yesterday, we had silly old time family photos done.  My brother insisted that we do it and included my 9 1/2 week old niece.  For her and my brother, I would endure any pain.  We picked our setting and headed to the dressing room.  The man helping held up 3 sexy western dresses for us to choose from.  Holding one apart from the rest, he said that that particular one would have to be reserved for the "smallest" of us girls.  Mom and Christy both barked that it would not be them.  I gave a questioning look to him and he waved me over.  Weird, I was really excited but I knew that it was not the time to gloat.  We dressed and headed out to the set.  I was loving it.  My boobs were too small for the dress but my ass fit.  Small victories!!!  We all looked fantastic.  Mom looked great and Christy flashed her "bedroom" eyes like a pro.  I suppose that's how little Ellie got here.  They wrapped Ellie up in a child's shirt.  So cute!  Luke, he was a natural cowboy. 

Last night, I made an oopsy that I feel terrible about.  I brought my Ravens jersey to give to my mom.  When I tried it on, it looked like a nightgown.  It was an XXL.  Last year it fit, this year... not so much.  When my brother asked what it was sitting on the bed, I grabbed it and tried it on to show him.  I thought it would give everyone a little giggle.  I was wrong, prefacing that I was giving it to mom, I probably shouldn't have commented that it was from when I was, "super fat".  I really hurt my moms feelings.  I remember people doing that sort of thing all of the time and I can not believe that I had become one of them.  Not at all a small victory but surely a lesson learned!

Today, my mom and I took my niece shopping today.  For the first time ever, I bypassed the Lane Bryant and jetted to the Under Armor store.  My life has taken a complete turn.  Who woulda thunk it? On a quest for new compression pants, I found that some how, some way fit, I fit into a SMALL. In my defense, compression pants are tiny by design and I need them super snug to fit all of the junk in my trunk.  I also found a neat shirt that just screamed "LORI".  If you know me at all, you know that I don't spend more then $4.88 for a workout shirt. Yay, Wal-Mart!!!  This one was an exception.  But for the price, I wanted to make sure it lasted a bit.  I hate to complain but losing weight is expensive.  I grabbed a medium without trying it on. I have finally  gotten it through my head that no matter what I see when I look work or in the mirror, I am indeed a medium sized person now. At the register, I had a last minute thought.  I wondered if I could pull off a size small.  My mom answer was a firm, "no".  That just meant to me that I needed to prove her wrong.  I hate to admit it but I could see the agrivation on her face.  I'm not sure if it was because of how long it was taking me, the fact that I needed to disregard her mothering or that I was now possibly fitting into a size small.  I tossed it on with fingers crossed.  Guess what? It fit.  I respectively got the final approval from my mom and headed to the register. When I got home I immediately took the tags off of my small trophy and put it on.  I got a bit of a scowl from my mom when I came out of the bathroom.  It sits back in the bag right now.  I will prance around in it some other time.

Then, this afternoon, I hit the JackPot!  Christy gave me a heaping pile of pre-baby pants.  They were all a size 10. Perfect.  Well, had I not eaten the fried cheesecake at lunch they would have been perfect.

I've been eating absolutely terrible on this trip but sitting here recalling all of these small victories is making think twice.  It took hard work to get here.  Fried cheesecake was no where in this journey.  I really have no excuse.