Okay this isn't so much a success as a proud moment

I haven't worn shorts in years, other than around the house. If I leave the house, I'm in slacks or jeans. I think I was probably 23 the last time I wore shorts. (I'm 28 now.)

After highschool, I wasn't very active. I went from vollyball player and marching band to eating and watching tv!

Since I've gotten back on track, I've worked my way up to walking 1.2 miles 5 days a week, and taking an hour long water aerobics class 2 days a week. I have lost 21 pounds. I'm elated about that, but what's really surprising to me is that yesterday, when I unpacked my gym bag for my walk, I realized that my hubs had thrown in my work out shorts (for home time use only) instead of my walking pants!

I wasn't going to give up on my walk, so I threw them on, and walked my mile with my shorts on. With people around. And after a few minutes, I forgot about my reallllly white legs and flabby thighs and started enjoying my walk. But that's still not the best part.

After the walk and stretching, hubs decided he was starving and wanted to grab a bite to eat at our fave resturant around here, Applebee's ($2.99 half chicken breast - fiesta lime style, yum!) I walked into that resturant in my workout clothes. I didn't want to change because I was burning up (not nasty sweaty, just hot). So I walked into Applebee's and stayed there for about an hour with shorts and a tank top on. With tons of people around! Shorts that did do NOT reach my knees...

When I walked out, hubs had to tell me how good my legs looked lol I love that man! Anyway... Its shocking to me that I let myself do that. A month ago, I wouldn't have even considered it.


edited for typo