Yesterday, I went through my almost daily ritual of weighing myself.
Let me tell you, this is no ordinary affair, to me at least. It is one of the first things I would do when I reach my in-laws place. Even before looking at/taking care of my daughter. Before I step on the digitised machine, i would often pray,"Please let the number start with a 4". And very often, I was disappointed.
"Don't give up," I tell myself. "Only a bit more to go".
But yesterday was DIFFERENT. It was SPECIAL.
Not only I have reached the number 4, I have reached my targeted pre-pregnancy weight of 49! I have been dreaming of this for so long, but it has taken me a long one a half years to get here. I am so happy, I just have to treat myself.
But with what? I have not decided.
P.S. I wanted to post a picture of me in my pants (you know the kind you stretch out to see the difference between the size of the waist and the tummy) just to show you for effect. But that was strongly vetoed by my husband. So, just use your imagination, ok?
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