I hope most of you don't understand this statement, "I'm the fattest chick here" but for the past year (if not longer) it was the dreaded truth for me. Any event I attended, I was that person. It sucks, people either think you are pregnant, or give you a look. Not a look of evilness or rudeness, but a look of like "should you be eating that?" By that point, I was ready to take the cupcake and smear it in their faces.
Even among friends, it was still a insecurity that I thought about, but no one would ever say it to me. Yesterday, I attended a family baby-shower for one of Kevin's cousins. While I was answering questions of why I look great, and telling them about the Body By Vi's 90 day challenge and how it has guided me to eating better, feeling better, and added a pep in my step. I didn't realize, what I was doing. I was checking all the girls out! (Which we all do- we're always sizing up our competition!) But I was looking to see, if I get the award for Fat Chick!
Drum-roll....NO! I wasn't. Yes! It was a small victory for me, a large one for my confidence, but more importantly it made me realize that I am losing weight. While things are definitely looser or too big as in the case of my favorite pair of jeans from a couple of years ago- it finally hit me that I am starting to realize there is not as much of me anymore. Halleluiah!
