Thursday, November 06, 2014
If you take a look at my turtle, you'll notice he's moving at an incredibly slow pace. And while that would usually be a little frustrating, two shocking things happened this week that I'll tell you about (ohh the suspense!
My pants fell off. Like clean off! I have a pair of Winnie the Pooh pajama pants that I've had forever (I call them my Pooh-jamas) and I was walking across the bedroom to put laundry in the closet, and they. fell. off.
Like around my ankles fell off! The hubby whooped and hollered like it was Christmas come early. lol,
I seriously need to bust out that measuring tape.
The second, not such a dramatic deal, but I realized after reading a friend's blog (thanks, D!) that I had made a comment to same said friend, bemoaning how tired I looked in a Halloween pic.
NOT how fat I looked. Or how tight it was. That I hate wearing a gold metallic belt that accentuates my portliness
. That I looked TIRED. And I was. And it showed.
But Oh Happy Day! I can't remember the last time I looked at a picture of myself and the first thing I didn't think was "Oh wow I look so fat!"!! I might've been...6?
It's not like I lost a ton of weight over night, or suddenly am wearing rose-colored glasses. I'm just not focusing on the negative so much, I guess. So thanks for that, Spark Buddies. I think this is your doing!