Truimphant I stand (for today at least)

I've always been a larger girl. Never a size 6 and never ok with that either. Over the past 8 months I have dropped 4 dress sizes. My secret? Blood, sweat, and tears baby. Nothing more and certainly, nothing less.

Today dear friends, after a full 2 weeks of PMS bloat, and literally throwing away perfectly good chocolatey delights of EVERY shape, size, and imagination... I have won.

I bought a dress from my company's European line. The European line is notorious for running small (up to 2 american dress sizes to be exact). For some reason, Europeans don't like to binge on carbs and cheesy ooey gooey goodness. Go figure. I bought the dress merely as an incentive to continue my battle of the bulge. An encouragement to by pass the ice cream and sugar laden treats on my quest to a swimsuit appropriate body (and my health...I suppose). I didn't expect for it to fit..but nevertheless, it fits. I can also breathe, which for those of you who know....can be a feat in and of itself, when you really, really wanna wear something that doesn't quite fit.

I'm so glad I chose to eat veggies instead of fried fatty goodness. Someone out there hold me to this when I lose my mind and want to sell my soul for some french fries in a few days. And I do mean days people.