Bittersweet moment

My routine everyone is wake up, pee, and weigh myself. I'd be ecstatic one day or depressed another depending on the number. I was venting to a good friend of mine who told me to start weighing myself only once a week.  Ya, that's going to be hard.  On Monday I did my normal routine...on Tuesday I stood and stared at the scale. While staring, I texted my friend and told her I was going insane and standing at the foot of my scale. With her kind words he talked me off the scale lol. Around 0300 Wed morning, I got this sudden 2nd wind, I started cleaning, laundry, went for a run. When I was putting my clothes away in my closet I found a pair of American Eagle capris that I loved; I must have hid them since the weight gain. For shits and giggles, I tired the capris on. When the waist of the capri went past my lower thighs I started freaking....I kept pulling them up past my upper thigh...HOLY SHIT...the capri are up!! 3....2...1...the button closes,,,we have a touch down. I started jumping around my room like 13 year old bustin out NSYNC dance moves. Those capris started a 3 hours chain reaction of digging out my old clothes. Pair after pair, one by one...things are starting to fit again!!! I put alot of clothes that didn't fit me away in other closets in the house. Well, I found Theo clothes...90% still had tags on them...YUP semi new wardrobe!! My friend gave me some of her old clothe that she doesn't wear anymore since she has just lost 25lbs with me and now those fit me!!! Thursday night my neighbor and I went on a walk around 915pm. We walked the outer circle by where we live and measures about 1.2 miles a lap. Ya we stopped walking at 0015 hours. We just kept yapping and lapping and lost track of time. I wish I knew how far we walked ...geezz for that time...we had to at least walked 8 laps maybe more. Damn my hips were hurting and FYI wear socks with shoes if you plan on walking that much...owwwiee