Can I tell you that I'm frustrated?
So frustrated about something very small.
I haven't work my wedding rings since I was pregnant with Noah. They started getting really tight and uncomfortable when I was about 5 months pregnant. I took them off then and began wearing my pseudo target ring then. It didn't bother be because I was pregnant---and it was last summer when it was hotter than hell EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
After Noah was born they still didn't fit and that was okay with me because Duh, I had just given birth.
Noah turned six months and they still didn't fit and it began to bother me. I even looked into getting them resized so they were bigger so I could wear them again. We couldn't free up the cash for that so in my green velvet box they continued to sit.
Noah's first birthday came and went---I've worn four different pseudo rings because they tarnish faster than I can lose weight.
I've been nervous to try them on since I started losing weight. Nervous and excited. I CANNOT wait to wear them again. I told myself that once I lost 25 pounds I would try them on. I waited because I wanted to avoid the disappointment of losing weight---yet STILL not fitting into them.
So this morning, I hopped on the scale.....and 25 pounds are GONE. I hit that milestone today. Super stoked I hopped off the scale and beelined straight to the drawer with my rings in them. Surely after 25 pounds gone my finger would slip right into my rings.
I'm so disappointed. This is what I was afraid of. I'm really proud of my progress. Twenty five pounds is a LOT of weight! However, this milestone is honetsly tainted by my frustrations of those dang rings.
Just being honest today. Hills and valleys.
Hills and Valleys.
The sun will come out tomorrow.
blah blah blah.