Well, I haven't blogged in a while and truthfully, it's because there hasn't been a lot going on ... until this weekend. This past weekend I traveled to South Dakota for a wedding. While there, I was overly annoyed at the fact that my jeans continued to fall off. When I walk-they fall off. When I sit-they shift down. It was irritating!
On Saturday, I went to the mall and stepped into Old Navy. I am a BIG Old Navy fan! Great clothes and even greater prices! I grabbed some size 14 jeans (two sizes smaller than what I was used to) and I grabbed some size 16's (just in case I was a little over eager). I slid on the 14's with complete ease. There was no reason to spray my legs down with Crisco or to lay down in the dressing room. Up they went! As I looked down at the zipper, I thought "here goes nothing." The next thing I knew, they were on, zipped, and buttoned. I turned around examining every inch of my waist, butt and thighs in the jeans. They looked good. The perfect ratio of good tight-clean fit but not so tight someone could count the cellulite spots in my ass.
So I threw two pairs in my arms and checked out. Honestly-who needs to continue to try on jeans - if now these fit? So I picked out two colors I liked and hit the road. What was I thinking? It has been so long since I bought jeans, I totally forgot that every jean is different. Buying jeans is like going into a coffee house. I wanted to order a plain coffee ... but ended up buying the venti-carmel-non-fat-macchiato-with whip cream and sprinkles. In jeans terms: size 14, light stone wash, low rise,with a flare leg. Oops! When I tried on these jeans when I got home, I realized I belong in a Starbucks ... perched on the ledge next to the muffins....because the only think a LOW RISE jeans cooks up on a chubby person is a VENTI MUFFIN TOP!! Although they are comfy and fit everywhere else, this pair will only be paired with large sweatshirts and long jackets. Next time, I'll pay closer attention.
Here is a question for my readers: what happens to a person who decides to eat a meal, have two glasses of wine, and a few MnM's ... after eight weeks of eating nothing? I will spare you the gross details, but it is a mirrored reflection of one's 21st birthday! That's right. I did decide to nibble on the meal at the wedding. I did good. I didn't over eat anything. I did manage to eat my entire scoop of potatoes (don't judge me-I was set up. They were the cheesy hashbrowns with cornflakes on top-NOBODY could refuse those!). But the point is: I ate food...then I paid for it!!! We were home by 1015pm that night and by 11pm ... I wrapped my arms around the chilled toilet and paid the price. Booze+Carbs+grease+sugar = BLAHHHHGGGHH
I look forward to going to class this week and telling my dietitian this story. She will not have sympathy for me at all. She may laugh and she will tell me I did it to myself. Then she will secretly hope that my week is low numbers or even a pound gained...which she explains is the best way to learn this lesson. Oh Boy-Thursday is going to be here waaayyyy too soon! I'm going to be in soo much trouble! But I do love my new jeans! I do love being able to cross my legs without any awkward leaning or stumbling ... so there is no wedding cake, sugar cookie, or deliciously fried food that will stop me from continuing this fight.
No comments:
Post a Comment