My daughter is back at school, second semester of college and already a sophomore. She did not inherit my slacker genes.
I miss her and at the same time, am glad she is gone. It sounds confusing; you should feel how it makes my stomach feel. I wanted her to grow up independent and strong. Now that it is happening, I want my little girl back. Go figure.
I miss my Parents. They are in Arizona until the end of March.
This week something really different happened to me. I was walking through the grocery store parking lot with both arms full of bags and as I got to my car, my pants fell down.
Yup. Good thing it was dark.
So it is official. I have lost weight and my pants no longer stay up. Last May, before I left for my European adventure I bought a pair of size 14 jeans. It had been a while since I had fit into that size and I had a real feeling of accomplishment. Lately, I have been hitching them up with a belt, which broke in the grocery store parking lot.
Luckily, I have a good sense of humor or having my jeans caroom to my ankles in public would have been a bad thing.
Today I fit into Ann Taylor Loft size 10 jeans. They are a little tighter than I normally wear but were on sale for $19.95. Fit just fine at that price. The 12’s were just too big.
Weird. By the scale, I haven’t lost that much more weight. Since I started being serious on the elliptical, lifting free weights and using the leg machines, I have peeled off inches.
I live and die by what the scale says, but I may wear these pants inside out so everyone can see the size on the label.
I could mention it to Mr. Wonderful, but he’ll get that deer in the headlights look he always gets when pant size is mentioned.
I miss my Mom and Daughter, they would get the yipee, wahoo and hurrays.