I'll be putting myself through torture tomorrow.
And I am NOT excited about it. At all.
In fact, I'm completely dreading it. ugh
I'm going shopping.
Have to buy a dress for the wedding.
& a new pair of jeans.
I'm ok with the dress because my dress size won't change that much with weightloss.
But I know I won't like half of them because of how I'll look in it.
No, I cannot even try to be positive.
Abso no sense in even getting my hopes up.
And the jeans?
I'm sure that will bring tears to my eyes.
I had to buy a pair about a month ago because I busted a hole in the last pair I had.
I just got a cheap pair from Walmart and they are already too big.
Size 14 and falling off of me. That kinda makes me smile, a little.
Target has my fav jeans, Mossimo. Well, they used to. I haven't bought jeans in a few years (bc I refuse to buy the size I am) so I hope I still like their's because that's where I'm starting my search.
And I already know what will happen: I will need size 14.
Cause even though the Walmart 14s are too big, the Target ones won't be.
That is just my luck!
I used to wear a size 7 jean. SEVEN!
My size has doubled!
That makes me want to vomit. All my guts out.
Reminder to self: I haven't worked out since Sunday!
I'm going to bust my ass this weekend.
Esp w/abs. I wasn't seeing a fat loss in my gut but suddenly I see the skin looking different and it's freaking me out. I do not want saggyness...
My fat doctor used to offer shots directly into the problem areas.
Back then I was not this big and I was only worried about saddle bags and I said, HECK NO.
But I'm way past the pain at this point.
Of course, they don't offer it anymore.
But they're going to check into it for me.
*cross your fingers for me!*