The suitcases are packed and we are heading home first thing in the morning. It's been a great vacation, filled with family and sand and food and chaos.
My band is at least partly responsible for the fun I've had this trip. I've eaten a lot of not-healthy food, and while I've had a twinge of guilt here and there, the difference between my general outlook on my life now and this time last year is significant.
I wore a bathing suit on the beach every day (thank you Amy W. for the suit, I got lots of compliments). I walked miles five of the six days we've been here. I went on a ride at the amusement park with my kids and didn't worry whether I was too big or would look like an ass.
Last year, as I hit my all-time high weight, I realized I was down to just a few things that would fit me. I bought an XL 'Ocean City' t-shirt, and it was tight. Like, sit down and pull it over my knees to stretch it out tight. This year, my XL shirt is pretty big. I'm shapeless when I wear it.
Tonight I went for a walk on the boardwalk by myself, and I stopped into the t-shirt shop and picked up a size L. It fits.
