This has been a big year. It hasn’t been all roses, but the cumulative average of greatness this year is pretty darn high. I set myself a goal on September 19th of losing 30 more pounds by the time I turned 30 on December 19th, which would bring me to a total of 90lbs lost since March. I’m delighted to tell you that I have, in fact, lost 93.
|A dream in size large. I love this dress!|
And that I did.
Thanksgiving weekend, my Mom and I stopped in to a boutique during Small Business Saturday and I saw a dress that was just so remarkable I had to try it on. It was a “normal people” size large. I really didn’t think it would, but for some reason it fit amazing. It fit so amazingly that my Mom texted all of “the girls” to show them how neat I looked in the dress. As much as I loved the dress, it was definitely out of my price range. I’m not one to pine very much over things I can’t afford, so I decided to enjoy the fact that a gorgeous dress in a regular store had fit me like a dream.
Last week, my Aunt and Cousin came to visit, and some of the closest and most important ladies in my life and I went to dinner, then to see Irving Berlin’s White Christmas. At dinner, my Mom handed me a lovely gift bag that was really reminiscent of “the” dress, and I thought it was really nice that she’d gotten a bag that reminded us of that dress.
I moved the tissue paper to the side, had the most ridiculous, excited, America’s funniest home videos face, and there was the dress. I cried. I was honestly stunned. They’d all chipped in and bought me the dress.
Saturday was a lovely day. I slept in, worked out, then was lucky enough to have my friend (and hairdresser) Erika style my hair. I donned my gorgeous, new frock and headed out for dinner and music with a bunch of my favorite people. I danced the night away at my favorite dance party, and even DJed for the first time in seven years – a shamefully long time. It was a fantastic night, and I genuinely felt the most awesome I have in so long that I can’t remember. I looked and felt fantastic.
|T. Rex, Iggy Pop, Beatles, Jimi... Happy Birthday to me.|
I was sorely, wonderfully mistaken.
My twenties were a time where I found my worth and my confidence in what I did, and when what I did wasn’t very cool anymore, I lost myself. My 29th year was a time of preparation for what was to come. While I may not have made a lot of tangible, visible, or measurable progress, my mind was going through a lot of things that gave way to the amazing changes this year brought. I’ve been working on taking control of the things that I can and should control, and forcing myself to remember to have a little faith about the things that I just can’t control.
I have a feeling my 30’s are going to be mighty fine.
|Turning 28, dreading 29...|
|Turning 29, appalled at accomplishing so little at nearly 30...|