I still haven’t worked out yet since I admitted to Laura how badly I suck; I should be able to get back on that horse next week. But then again I’ve also been a bit sick. And with the prominent exception of last night, I’ve been eating slightly more reasonably anyway.
This morning I put on my pants, cinched up my belt, and looked. I was back on the last notch…the one I put in when I bought the new belt because I (wisely, as it turned out) bought it a bit bigger than I needed.
I had to back it out a notch, though. Not because it was uncomfortable, but when I looked in the mirror it made my jeans bunch up in the waist something fierce.
It’s official: I can now go out and buy skinny jeans.
Is this where I squee? Okay. SQUEEEEE!!