Hello Jeans

The scale is.not.moving.
Not even in the slightest.

Well

maybe a little bit...like .02 ounces every week. We aren't talking POUNDS of weight sliding off my body. We are literally talking about the weight equal to a slice of turkey.

HOWEVER
I pulled the bin out that has been hiding under my bed for about 15 months now. You have one too, so don't judge. It's filled with NY&Co Jeans, Lane Bryant Jeans, Old Navy Jeans...lovely jeans that I easily paid upwards of 50.00 a pair for (well, maybe not the ON jeans, but definitely the other two). They lay in the bin, neatly folded, waiting for their reprieve.

My mother keeps telling me that my stomach has gone down. But you know, she's my mom and trying to be a supporter in my weightloss, so I kind of take what she says with a grain of salt cause she will always tell me that I'm beautiful, cause she's my mom.
But finally, I gave in and let her words sink in.

So I wrestled that bin out and put it on the bed. I initially went straight for the lid and then I stopped mid reach.
What if this was all just in my head? What if I was truly being delusional and the minute I put a pair of jeans on that won't budge past my knee, it will send me spiraling into an oreo-ladden depression?
I folded my arms and stepped back, arguing with myself.

Aloud.

"You are just setting yourself up for disappointment"
"This will be a disaster"
"Better grab your phone incase you need talked down from the Oreo ledge"
"Oh, just shut the eff up and open the damn lid, you are talking to yourself again and the dog is worried"

worried doxie head tilt

Hmmm.

So I reached over and pulled the lid off much like you'd pull off a band-aid - quick, holding your breath and closing your eyes.
As I rifled through the bin, there were some pairs of jeans that just looking at, I had a snowballs chance in hell (like the sweetheart Old Navy line with the straight leg that I have cuffed up that I used to wear with my Gianni Bini Heels). But there were 3 pairs that looked like they had some potential.
POTENTIAL!
And guess what kids?

All three went over the knee.
All three went over the thighs.
All three went over the hips.
And ALL THREE ZIPPED.

So while the scale may not be moving, my mother's vision is still perfect and I am LOSING inches!