Going through weight loss I'm surprised how my body is shifting. Cute outfits I probably never could wear before now work. The whole thing feels big, but these are happy tears instead of the old ones from frustration and self-disgust. I wish the changes had started earlier so there'd be more time to enjoy them, yet it's all in divine timing and I won't second-guess it. I'll make the most of feeling attractive in the years left. I bought these boots expecting to return them because my calves wouldn't fit and braced for more disappointment. Haven't even tried boots in years. This attempt turned out different and brought happy tears along with pride in sticking with it. Zipping them took no extra tugging on the elastic and my hand fits inside the top. That moment gave me fresh courage to keep going. I might or might not drop below 200 pounds and hold there.
Tears of joy
weight loss non-scale victories with boots and old clothes fitting again
The original poster describes finally zipping up boots that once seemed impossible due to calf size, leading to tears of joy and renewed motivation after years of weight-loss effort. Several responders share their own similar clothing-related successes and offer congratulations. The thread stays positive and supportive throughout.
What this discussion establishes- Boots that previously wouldn't fit now zip easily with room to spare
- Old shorts from decades ago now wearable again after storage
- Emotional shift from frustration tears to pride and happiness
- Saved clothes from earlier sizes revisited with success
- Continued motivation sparked by these clothing wins
whether the original poster will reach and stay under 200 pounds
Nothing here is advice.
Wow!! That's such a fantastic NSV!!! A couple of my boot pairs have been sitting in storage forever now—so excited for you! 🥳
I really enjoyed that tale. Accounts of personal triumphs never grow old for me. Something comparable happened in my case. Back in the nineties I owned quite a few pairs of shorts that I enjoyed wearing. Eventually none of them would slide up my legs anymore, and fastening them became impossible. About twenty-five years back I tucked them all into a bin while hoping for a future opportunity. That same bin traveled along during each of our three household moves. Last summer they finally worked again, though they felt snug at the start. These days one pair is back in rotation, but a belt is required because they slide off.
Wow, that's really cool! I ought to check out those boxes full of my former outfits. I kept them around hoping one day I'd shrink back down and fit into them once more.
Thrilled things turned out well. Little victories such as those boots really lift the mood. Making headway on the knees yet? Any further repairs in the works? 👍 👍 🙂 🙂 ❤️
This feels like the ideal chance to release some emotions through crying. I'm moving ahead and savoring the fresh awareness of my physical self along with my transformed identity.
Your journey serves as real motivation. I value you recounting it. Fantastic accomplishment!
Can't say for certain at this point. Seeing the doctor in the morning. Will hinge on the imaging results.
Those boots look fantastic on you with all that flair and the shades plus hearts. The classic tune about boots made for walking keeps popping into my head the moment they show up. Others must notice the same melody too. What a cool achievement and I feel thrilled right along with you using all these smiles.
Really pleased for you 🥳🥰 Getting into boots is something I'm aiming for too.
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