Believe it or not, that DOES relate to this post. When I am stressed, I tend to lose weight, so I guess the silver lining to this whole stressed out time in our lives is that I'm back to my pre-pregnancy weight. I stepped off the scale and did a big, over the top, fist pump, followed by a yell down the stairs to Matt 'BABE! I'm mumble-mumble pounds now!".
Needless to say, I was feeling pretty darn good about myself. So what did I do? I pulled on a pair of pre-pregnancy pants that, to date, were still WAAAAY to snug to wear in public. With a little acrobatics, they buttoned, so I continued to get dressed.
I leaned down to pull on my boots and rrrriiiiiiiiiippppppppp...
Skinny Jeans: deflating egos since the dawn of denim.