Ignore this post.
I put on a pair of pants today that I purposely shrunk a couple of months ago because they were running a bit big, it worked. Today those pants are quite tight and again, it has worked - I get the point.
Then I was in the bathroom washing my hands and looked up and dear god, there she is again - fat me. My clothes are tight and now, even my face is plumping up again.
For a while people said I was getting too skinny, no one could say that now. I wanted to scream and cry. Look what I have done!
It's only 21 pounds, but it feels like I am carrying another person. I am starting to not feel good again. I am tired.
Even my ring I bought for my second anniversary fits now. Before it was loose enough I had to keep an eye on it. (To think, I toyed with having it sized down.)
I am not complaining, because honestly, I am the only one to blame. Instead I am sitting here uncomfortably in my pants with my own reflection and contemplating.
Yours in blech, Kate
Still, don't forget how far you've come. 21 pounds doesn't take away that awesome-ness.
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