I am finally starting to get really excited at the prospect of fitting into new clothes.  Smaller clothes.  I was looking at myself in the mirror tonight as I got my PJ’s on.  Nothing exciting there…. but the thought of being able to look in the mirror and actually be happy with what I see, that will be amazing (NOTE- I said will because I will do this).  I have been thinking about taking a picture of myself in a sports bra and underwear.  I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it.  I don’t think I ever want to look at that again once I get to the point that I don’t have to see it in the mirror looking back at me.  I have plenty of pictures of myself with clothes on that are not that attractive that could serve as sufficient reminders of the weight.  Oh so many pounds, but oh so many new possibilities as each one goes away.  I can’t wait.