Last night, I was wearing a pair of blue jeans that typically are very snug. You know, the kind that you have to lay down on the bed and suck in to get them to button. And yet somehow, when you stand up and see yourself in the mirror wearing these "skinny jeans" you feel fantastic. No one knows your secret about how you got in them. The point is, you got in them, they are securely buttoned and zipped, and you look fabulous. End of story!
Anyways, last night, I realized that these "tight" jeans were actually pretty loose on me! HOLLA! I walked into the kitchen and said to Grant "Babe, look at these jeans! They are normally so so tight, but look how loose they are! They are sagging and everything, I keep having to pull them up!"
Sweet husband said "That is so great babe. You're gonna have to buy all new clothes!"
"I know!" I said.
"You may even have to buy a new swimsuit!" said my husband.
I just stood there. I'm sure I had a pitiful look on my face. For those of you who know me, I HATE buying a swimsuit. Hate it hate it hate it. I am not "proportioned" well and all swimsuits look goofy on me. I either look like I am wearing something from Little House on the Prairie or I look like a total hoochie mama. Swimsuits are my unhappy thought. It makes me cringe.
So I said to sweet darling precious husband, "Honey, when I am all motivated and excited about losing weight, please don't remind me that swimsuits even exist. Remember when we went shopping for a swimsuit for me last year right before Disney World?"
"Oh, yeah, that was awful. That sucked. You cried all the time" said husband.
" Exactly. So let's not bring that up anymore okay?"
"Okay baby"
I feel better now :)

Grant and I got back on the road really really late yesterday and didn't get back to our apartment till almost midnight. Needless to say, I am not functioning at a very high level this morning.