Well, glory be. It finally happened. It’s taken a year, but it finally happened. I have hovered at the 28-lb. mark for so long, I was beginning to wonder if I was destined to live the rest of my life there. And I guess I would have been happy, knowing I can wear size 12 jeans again…but somehow things would have felt unfinished.
But by God’s grace, I am rejoicing in two things today:
1. I crossed the 30-lb. mark on Wednesday…and the 31-lb. mark on Thursday!
2. My tens digit is now reduced by “1”.
And with all that happy dancing I’m doing, I just might lose the rest.