Still trying to figure out how I squeezed my ass into these jeans that year for Christmas pix.
I remember the package coming in the mail, having ordered my “regular size” and putting them on the day of pictures to find they barely fit.
I returned the top that I had originally bought because it wasn’t flowing enough to hide the fact that my jeans were so tight that my stomach was literally rolling over the sides.
So I sucked it in tight, put the kids in front of me when I could, and then ripped those suckers off as soon as we were done.
That was my Wakeup call. I knew in that moment that I had let things get out of hand and I never wanted to feel like that again.
So today when I put those jeans on they fit, but I can see where the seams were stretched out from trying to force myself into a size that no one but me would ever even see; but it’s such a great reminder of how far I’ve come!
I’m looking for 10 ladies to go all in. To stop hiding behind their kids in their family photos. To stop forcing themselves into those uncomfortable jeans. To DO THIS TOGETHER.
Email me at coachstephrogers@gmail.com or fill out THIS APPLICATION to be considered for our next group!
