All of our clothes were still packed away in our luggage with the stench of ocean water (and not the good smelling ocean water, the kind that smells like California Ocean water. You know, the kind where you know there's something dead out there even if you can't see it.) and I had nothing else to wear.
Matt pulled a pair of jeans out of a box that's been sitting in our closet for 6 months.
Matt: Just wear these.
Me: I can't. Those are my skinny jeans.
Matt: Skinny jeans?
Me: Yes skinny jeans! Every girl has a pair. Don't look at me like that.
Matt: Just try them on, they look like they'll fit.
Me: Fine, but they won't fit. They're 2 sizes too small. That's why they're my skinny jeans, and hidden away in the closet with the rest of my will power and shame.
And then . . . they fit. And not only did they fit, but they hung a little loose on me.
Me: What the frick?
Matt: Did you lose weight?
Me: We just got back from a 7 day cruise . . . the only way to explain me losing weight, is that I finally ate my way through to the other side. That or my fat has somehow just redistributed itself.
Either way, I fit into my skinny jeans, which to be fair, at size 22 shouldn't be considered skinny jeans but Matt still started singing "Apple Bottom Jeans" around the house for the rest of the day.
1 comments:
Hi Jia, Pucca here- you are starting to lose weight nicely! YOU GO GIRL! I love your poses! YOU ARE SO CUTE!
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