I was getting ready for Zumba last night and was low on workout shirts. There's a short sleeve one that I like but never end up wearing because it's too short in the waist. I had the brilliant idea of wearing my long black tank under it so that I had the coverage I wanted. Problem solved.
So I was getting my water together and Gracie came into the kitchen to tell me something. She looked at me and said, "Mommy, you're skinny."
It meant so much to me.
I thanked her and gave her a hug and a kiss. After she left I said to Jim "did you hear that?" and he said "I tell you that all the time!" (he does). I do appreciate it every time Jim compliments me, but it was different hearing it from Gracie.
She's five-years-old. She calls it as she sees it. She hasn't truly learned the whole if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all concept.
I have to tell you, things on the appearance front are getting really exciting now. I'm starting to wear my fall/winter work clothes and I'm looking at every inch of fabric to see how different it looks on me. I'm doing double takes in the mirror. I feel great. I'm very excited about getting to onederland (I was 205 this morning). I'm really, really happy. Enjoying life and my family. Everything seems brighter now.