Today is February 16.
Already 6 weeks into the new year.
According to my weightloss goals, I should already be to my pre-pregnancy weight and then some.
Obviously, I am not.
Still stuck at that 140 mark.
With less than 2 weeks until March 1, it doesn't look like I am going to be reaching my weight loss goal.
And I am bummed.
Especially after seeing someone (not to mention any names, Kaci) post something about sliding into the 120's.
Let's talk depression...and anxiety...and total green-eyed jealousy.... (Love you, Kaci...)
Yes, hello Depths of Despair...I'm back for another visit.
It wasn't a long visit, however, since I did something this weekend that I haven't done in almost 2 years.
It may or may not have had something to do with a size 6.
Not one day but 2....
(For the record, I was in an 8-10 before getting pregnant.)
Um, hello, Old Friend.
Size 6 and I haven't been in touch in a long, long time.
And then there was a jegging incident....
Where I tried them on and fell in love and then wore them to church UNDER a dress....
And then wore them around all afternoon with a long shirt - no dress required....
And decided that we were BFF's never to be parted again.
Here's hoping she feels the same about me....
Not that she has much of a choice.
Size DOES matter.
Especially, when I am stuck at 140.
Size 6 definitely softens the blow....
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!