Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Do you have a pair of magical pants? You know, those pants that seem to fit all the time? Even though nothing else in that size fits? Yup. You know which pair I'm talking about don't you?

So last week I started my week with the weigh in and I'd lost another pound (WOOT!) I tried on a skirt in a size 12 and it fit! I wasn't too overcome with emotion, since we all know that skirts fit a little bigger, right ladies? But later that day I put on a pair of denim capris (also a size 12) and they fit too! This was the spark for my muffintop post last week. There. You're all caught up.

The problem arose when I went looking for some more 12s. Umm. Nope, that one doesn't fit. Nope, not that one either. Sigh. Damn! I happened to start with the magical, mystical, special pants. (They're similar to the magical, mystical 4th Aaron - probably hang out in the same 4th dimension...)

Don't get me wrong. I'm still pretty darn excited to be in real pants again. But people are going to start to wonder about me once I wear the same pair of pants every day. Plus, even though they're capris, they  don't really cut it in this 100+ degree heat. So in the meantime, I'm wash n' wearing these bad boys as best I can and interchanging them with the preggo pants. One day at a time my mom keeps saying. I hate it when she's right. :o)

Yes Virginia, It's Called a Muffin Top.

That's right. The correct term for the pudge at the top of my pants is called a muffin top. I have a muffin top and I'm proud of it. Why am I proud of a muffin top? Go back to the second sentence and reread it. That's right! I SAID PANTS!

I've got REAL PANTS ON! Woo Hoo!


Some people say that it's the little things in life. I know this to be the case. Some days it's making it to Target and back without a meltdown from Jack, Ginny, or myself. Some days it's getting the laundry into the dryer while it's still wet. Today, it's the fact that I got my size 12s on! It's gonna be a good day tator.

Here We Go Again!

 Well folks, they say all good things must come to an end. My days of being fat and happy are over and the time has come to start shedding this baby weight.

The cons? Not being able to eat anything I want. Not that I should have done that to begin with. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have so much weight to lose. :o) But again, I was fat and happy. Happy being the operative word.

The pros? I'm already three weeks into the Weight Watchers program. I started at 185, which was 20 pounds of baby weight gone! In the last three weeks I'm down to 180. Not a bad start.

Since my major motivation last time was how I felt and looked, here's my before picture. Not as bad as where I started last time!

My first goal is to lose about 5 more pounds so I can get back to wearing regular pants. These maternity pants are killing me! I'm so sick of stretchy pants. Hmmm... Mommy problems...