for better or for worse

shopping this weekend was fun. not only because i found cute things, but the cute things i found i had to buy in a size smaller than i normally would. who knew that sixteen pounds could be a whole size? i’m getting a little concerned that i can’t seem to find my favourite brand/style of jeans in my new size in any of the stores i’ve looked in, though. i really love these jeans and if i have to find a new style i’ll be right pissed off. i actually considered putting the sixteen pounds back on just so i could keep wearing them. don’t worry, i didn’t consider it for long.
honestly, i don’t think i’ll be able to say i’ve lost sixteen pounds for much longer. i think that number is going to be decreasing this weigh in. i’ve been a complete and utter pig over the last week. with a hormonal binge last thursday, the easter long weekend and the arrival of FIVE boxes of girl scout cookies… well, yeah. it’s been frightening. i also haven’t gotten off my ass to exercise in a week, either. god, it’s pathetic and i just feel rotten, physically.
tonight i’m going to stop at the market to restock my house with veggies (i found a liquified cucumber in my crisper last night. ick.), eat a bowl of soup, sweat for half an hour, iron my newly washed cute clothes and go to bed at a reasonable time. it doesn’t sound very exciting, i know, but it’s just what the doctor ordered and i can’t think of anything else i’d rather be doing.
except maybe kissing.