Today, I’m drinking water out of a straw so I’ll think my breakfast was from McDonald’s. Maybe then the oatmeal that I am about to eat will morph into a Sausage Mcgriddle, the feed-my-cholesterol sandwich of choice. Four months into having big ole baby #2, I’m still working on shedding the 40 plus poundage that clings to my love handles like static to pants. And we won’t even talk about my cholesterol levels.
I’ve been told by family members that I need to get out of my maternity clothes, yet I’m stuck in the middle of ‘old-size’ and ‘goal-size’ and I’m too stinkin’ cheap to buy much in between. So please try and pardon my temporary frump with a few bouts of exposed elastic waistbands.
Tonight however, and with the help of a friend, I’m going shopping for a few items to tide me over. Here’s to hoping there aren’t tears in the dressing room. And here’s to hoping that I have more luck than when I bought the lot of clothes on ebay.
Though, I hate my clothes/body/situation, I keep going back to the reason for my predicament and am thankful that he’s worth it. Both of them, for that matter. Here’s some favorite point-and-shoots of late.