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By wendytip
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At LAST...I CAN SEE MY TOES! I can see my toes. I can see my toes. I...can...see...my...TOOOOOOHHHHHHHHZZZZZ! I remember when I started this journey, I stand in my bathroom, butt assed nekkid (that's Southern for naked,) and I'd but my toes on a line of tile. Then I'd straighten up and look down.
Nothing.
I'd suck in...HARD, and look down.
Nothing.
Month after month I'd line my toes up and look down.
Still nothing...damnit!
And yesterday.
I lined my piggies up.
I looked down, expecting...nothing.
And BAM!
There they were!
My toes!
I counted all ten of them.
And then today, I went to class at the University. I have to take these summer classes for my licensure.
I remembered so many years ago, when I'd squeeze into those damn, tiny assed desks! God, I hated that! I felt so freakin' HUGE! "Stuffed" into a desk. I'd look around and it seemed no one else was having that problem with the desk...just me. I'd think, "You're so lucky and you don't even know it; to NOT have to wrestle with these desks."
So, today, I trot my size 14 ass in that class...and I sat down in that desk. NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING touched me, or squooshed me, or squeezed me! I slid in. Do you hear me? I slid in? And then I got back up and sat down in the desk a few more time, just because I COULD! I think a few of the other students may have thought I was a bit mental, but I don't care.
And, as if it couldn't get any better...yesterday I was in my favorite thrift store and when I said hello to a friend of mine, she said, "I saw your van out there, but I didn't see you, because I didn't recognize you. You've lost so much weight!" I wanted to scream, " I know, right! It's it awesome?" Instead, I just said thanks.
Oh, life is SO GOOD.
Next stop; ONEDERLAND!
BTW, If you wanna, check out my video blogs on youtube; That crazy fat chick.
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