On Monday my mom decided she wanted to make us both feel like I was 17 again, and offered to take me shopping for a new pair of jeans (the pair I was wearing most often was looking prettttty homeless).
In truth I was very grateful and excited for this opportunity. My only prayer was that this trip would be less damaging than ones I went on as a teenager. In my young adulthood, shopping for pants could get fairly intense, and sometimes ended up with me sobbing in the GAP fitting rooms because “nothing looked good on me” and I was “too fat for everything”. Luckily, my prayers were answered by the Denim Gods. Here’s where we’re at: I’m right in between a size 10 and a 12. I would like to get down to a size 8 again, but until that time comes, my size 11 ass is rocking these Hudson’s (!!!)!
This weekend I also re-discovered the one problem with blogging regularly: having to constantly photograph all of my food before I eat it. It almost becomes a compulsive habit to photograph everything, because “what if I want to put a picture of this meal on my blog?” It’s actually only slightly annoying. In many ways this blog is like a photographic food journal — it keeps me in check! When faced with a ‘healthy versus unhealthy’ decision, all I can think to myself is “Nope, you can’t post photos of a carbs-centric dinner on your Blog.” And thus, healthier decisions are made.