I will NOT allow your uncomfortable snugness to make me feel defeated. Or to hate myself for the five-pounds I’ve put on since Thanksgiving.
I will NOT throw in the towel, convinced I’m so far gone I may as well give up.
I will absolutely NOT focus on my failures or run back to that much too familiar cookie jar, or sliced pumpkin pie, or white-chocolate covered pretzels, or those tasty holiday lattes. (Oops, I’m thinking my weight gain should have been no surprise.)
Okay… so I’m fully aware that my over-indulgences put me where I am today, barely fitting into my go-to pair of jeans. But, dear jeans, I promise this is not the end of my story – or yours. I will not throw you out or hide you at the back of my closet awaiting that one day, far into the future, when I may or may not finally fit into you again.
Instead, I will hang you front and center, reminding me each time I step into that space that I have a goal to reach. I have good decisions to make. And I have a pair of jeans waiting to be worn again.
So rather than rebuking you, dear jeans, despite your audacity to point out my shortcomings, I thank you. I thank you for showing me truth, even though it hurts a bit. For this truth – and your stubbornness to not give an inch – may prove to be just the push I needed to get back on track. To set a plan in motion. To do what I know must be done to become a healthier me. To begin again. Right here. Right now.
So here we go! The clock is ticking. And I already have a celebration in mind. You and me, dear jeans, on a coffee date, my most favorite thing. A very skinny latte (the sugar free, non-fat, decaf kind of skinny) coffee date. Yes, I think that’s what we’ll do as soon as these five pounds are gone. And maybe we’ll pick up a friend or two to join us along the way.