A dress called Hope

For possibly the first time in years I actually enjoyed walking around a mall. I was able to look at stores and window displays that sold clothes I could never hope to fit into before and honestly believe I will someday be able to shop there.

Instead of looking at that cute dress and feeling depressed that I was twice the width of the mannequin, I can look at the dress as a goal. More importantly, I'm not looking toward food as a reward.

Even better news? I'm having some pants and shorts taken in next weekend!!! Hopefully the first of many alterations to my wardrobe. Do you think I can justify a new wardrobe to my husband? :P