SATURDAY'S WITH STEF: My Shorts Don't Fit....

 

It takes self-control. Determination. Confidence. Self-love and the ability to stay focused on my goal.

I took this picture just to see how baggy my shorts are. Mind you I have had these shorts for over 3 years. My eyes widened and thought...I DID THIS. Something NO ONE can take away from me. Something I did ON MY OWN. 

Second thought..."This is a big eff-you to every guy who didn't date me because of my weight. A big eff-you to every guy who has ever let me go."

I am so darn proud of myself! PROUD I TELL YOU! All those times someone has called me fat, made fun of my cellulite, my stretch marks and put me down because of my weight, makes me laugh hysterically. How I let these horrid people make me feel like scum because I was heavier than the girl next door is beyond me. NOW, I AM THE GIRL NEXT DOOR BABY!

I started a new job this week, I think I have told you guys. I find myself eating less than I would if I was at home. I guess because none of my favorites are in the work fridge. SCORE! Packing my lunch is a plus btw. I know my points and there's an El Pollo Loco right next door. POLLO BOWLS HERE I COME!!

My shorts don't fit...and I am glad some of the people who brought me down didn't fit in my life either.

Losing has never felt so good. 

I deserve to be treated amazing based on ME. Not the size of my jeans.

The world is mine for the taking!

CHEERS TO A NEW JOB!

CHEERS TO A NEW SIZE!

CHEERS TO NEW ADVENTURES!

CHEERS TO NEW MEMORIES!

CHEERS TO NEW BEGINNINGS!