I have worn the same pair of jeans for three days.
It's not that I don't have other clothes to wear, it's just that the other jeans are bigger and if I wear them, I might be more comfortable...which could lead to bigger portions, or more late-night snacking.
Nothing says "Stop!" quite like a zipper stabbing the abdomen.
These jeans are my only size 12 skinny jeans (I know! Jumbo Shrimp- how do you call anything over a size 2 "skinny"?). They're my only hope (Obi Wan) against the barrage of Valentine's Day candy jumping off of the shelves into my cart.
Tonight after the boy's rugby game, we stopped off at the grocery for some pies-proper hot, meaty British food.
At the checkout there were left-over Cadbury "Scream" Eggs from Halloween, Christmas chocolate and Easter candy.
It's like they're all out to get me.
No one wants me to drop any of this baby weight (can I still call it "baby weight" when the "baby" is now 5?).
Trying to think carrots, dream broccoli, drink water. Must eat healthier!
I was set to eat more veggies until I saw this:
I always knew tomatoes couldn't be trusted.