I was feeling pretty down about my weight loss this morning. It was time for some perspective. Fat jeans to the rescue…again!

I woke up this morning feeling pretty frustrated that I can’t seem to shake these last 5 lbs. before reaching Onderland; I needed something to give me that little extra push. So I got the urge to pull out a very special pair of jeans – my fat jeans.

This is what I wore when I tipped the scales at 325 lbs (wow…was I really that big!?!). Once in a while I pull them out of a drawer just to remind myself how far I’ve come. I compared them with what I wear now.

Well this put a big smile on my face and was just what I needed this morning.

I’ve gone from a size 28 (and those size 28 jeans fit pretty tight back in the day) to wearing a size 14.

I’m feeling pretty awesome now! Time for my spin class.