When Size Matters

Today is February 16. 

Seriously, people. 

Already 6 weeks into the new year. 

According to my weightloss goals, I should already be to my pre-pregnancy weight and then some.

Interesting.

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.

Um furreal?!

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. 

True story.

Here's hoping she feels the same about me....

Not that she has much of a choice.

My point?

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!