Another One Bites the Dust

Yesterday night, when I came back home from going out to the city, I glanced at myself in a mirror. I saw a sight that made me happy, but at the same time, made me slightly embarrassed. I was sagging my jeans.





I'd been wearing this same pair of jeans all day. At work, the kids must have thought I'm trying to be like them. I really had no idea until I looked in the mirror that my jeans were practically falling off my derrière.

AWESOME!!!!!!

Those jeans went right in a pile for my Space Bags. Even though I don't particularly want to go out and buy a new pair of jeans, I'm happy that I can kiss those, the former dream jeans, goodbye. Hallelujah.

I still have yet to buy the dream jeans that I said I would. I may just handle that today. Gotta pick up a 12 and a 14 from Burlington. Adding that to the agenda.

True to my word, I haven't gotten on the scale this morning. I'll try to resist the temptation tomorrow as well.