baby baby I got the feeling.

My legs don't look like that. In fact, they probably never will. And I can wish until my face is blue, but I doubt I'll ever have a flat stomach. But despite the realness of the previous statements, here I am writing to you about confidence.

That's right, confidence.

I took the plunge and bought jeggings last week, they arrived in the mail on Thursday. I was scared I bought the wrong size, I was scared they were the right size but my body wasn't meant to be seen in jeggings, I was scared I was never going to be anything but fat, ugly, and frumpy.

And then I tried the pants on.

It felt kinda like this, except with pants on.

I look so gooooooood. In these pants, I forget about cellulite and saddle bags and cankles. I look in the mirror and I see a pretty girl, a skinny girl, a mother fuckin rock star who worked so hard to build each muscle and lose every pound.

And it's wonderful. I needed something good to happen this week.

T minus five days until my neuro appointment, sitting pretty at 226.0 pounds (and dropping!).