Seven months ago, I bought these Seven 7 jeans. They almost fit me seven months ago. A few more pounds, I thought. Then my dad died, and between that and graduating from nursing school, trying to study for my board examination, and not exercising and eating like absolute crap I gained 20 pounds. Well, I have lost those 20 pounds plus a little more. I have 3 pounds to go and I will weigh less than I did when I got pregnant with Savannah more than 4 years ago.
Yesterday was my 37th birthday. I am in the best shape of my life. I exercise regularly, at least four but usually 6 days a week. I tried on the jeans last night before we left to go to the Yardhouse for my birthday dinner. They fit. And they looked good. I was super proud of myself. I had Jacob take a picture–he’s better with the camera than Bryan.