Blast from the Past

Over the Fourth of July weekend, as I was picking up my godsister to go to dinner, my ex-boyfriend unexpectedly strolled by. Normally, this would have been pure hell in the middle of paradise. But not on this day. I was looking and feeling more beautiful than ever before. I had on a nice long maxidress, tight on the waist, but still very flowy. I felt confident and proud. He noticed I was losing weight, and that I had kept my promise to myself to concentrate on the three most important people in my life: me, myself and I. As much as I had been hurt by this man in the past, it felt good to hear his compliments. And at the risk of sounding spiteful, I did notice that he must have gained the pounds that I shed. I’m just saying …

The point is that my confidence grows with the slow return of my sexy curves. My butt is starting to get smaller, and my hips—¡ay! That’s another story! But they, too, will soon shrink. A wise man (my father) once told me, "You will lose all the weight, slowly but surely. Just keep working at it." I certainly will.

Have you ever seen a blast from the past after losing a significant amount of weight and felt like you’ve accomplished so much? I’d love to know how both of you reacted!