I woke up to realize it’s Friday the 13th today. I’ve never been superstitious, but I couldn’t help but think that the date would have a negative effect on the scale. That and the fact that TOM has just come to stay with me for a week. But to my surprise, I actually LOST 1.6 Lbs. I have no clue how that happened but I’m not going to question it. It was just the boost I needed to start my day (and weekend) out strong.
I recently found a pair of pants that I had bought some 15 years ago to go to the clubs in. Needless to say, I never lost the weight to fit into them and now at 35 years old I don’t see myself ever wearing them. My “clubbing” days are LONG over. Yet my boyfriend, John, saw them and insistes I’ll look “extremely sexy” in them. So I agreed to hold onto them and will try to one day squish myself into them just for him. They’re size 11 (junior) and I’m currently 259 Lbs. So we’ll see how long it takes me to get into those babies!!!