So tonight as I was doing laundry looking for my favorite pair of jeans, that I have yet to find, I opened my closet and there they were...not my favorite pair- my skinny jeans. Every morning when I open my closet I look up and there they are, nicely folded sitting on the top shelf. I say all this while I'm eating a bowl of honeycombs, but I want to burn those jeans! I've not been able to fit into those jeans for two summers now. So I take the jeans down out of the closet tonight and try both pairs on. It was ugly. I did manage to get them over the thighs, but It took an act of God to get out of them. I started to feel claustrophobic and thought I was going to have to call in reinforcements, but then I peeled them off and put on a much more comfortable pair of scrub pants. Afterwards I threw those jeans in the back of my closet, and came downstairs to put on Sex and the City season 4.
I've stopped drinking soda, which was a HUGE step for me now I think I've found the wedding dress, and I have motivation to work my ass into shape.
Friday, December 01, 2006
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