Random thoughts and musings of a single Mom striving to follow dreams and find pure BLISS.

Damn Right!

Since MJ finally got home from Jackson, I slipped out f the house for a little quiet Jamie time this afternoon. I had nowhere in particular in mind to go, but I was just happy to be unencumbered and alone in the world.

Now I noticed as I got dressed for my outing that my top seemed a bit less fitted than before and my jeans were just big. Now these are the jeans I bought in April that were a bit snug in the waist, but fit in the legs. Right now I can pull these suckers on and off without unbuttoning them-straight out of the dryer no less.

So walking around I began to feel kinda frumpy because I kept having to pull them up and the bagginess was actually making me look bigger. (Not a good thing since I've been feeling a bit delicate for the past few days anyway.) I even found a pair of boots I liked, but they just looked totally off with the pants I was wearing; just wrong.

SOOOO, I decided to try on some new pants.  

Now, to be perfectly honest, I didn't think they'd fit. Seriously. I mean , I've learned that just because one size pants are baggy absolutely does NOT mean the next size down will fit. Women's sizes are just retarded like that.

I walked into the store and headed straight for the sales rack and found 5 pairs of jeans on the rack. *sigh* Five. I wasn't feeling very optimistic since the first pair I touched were not just big, but BIG, if ya know what I mean. The next pair were bigger than me too. The third pair were the wrong color-sorry I do not like light colored jeans. And, yes, I can afford to be the picky; it'd be MY ass that looks huge, people.

So, four was my magic number because it was the size I needed. it was so cool to pick up that pair of pants and carry them back to the dressing room...again, not actually thinking they would fit, but hoping. However, I was not hoping enough that my fingers were crossed or anything. I was just willing to accept whatever happened in the dressing room-otherwise known as the outer rim of hell.  

Legs in...they were much closer fitting than the ones I just took off so I figured they'd stop at my hips.

Oh, get out they slid right over my hips without even a wiggle. Score!

Ok, so I do have to suck in a skosh to button them, but it was worth it. Why? Because I'm telling you guys that my legs and my butt looked good on those pants. Plus, do you know how long it's been since I've slipped on a pair of size 16 jeans, people?

Conservatively, I'd say since about 2001. Yep, 9 years since I've had my butt comfortably in a pair of jeans that size. Hummm, excuse me for a moment, I have to do a celebratory happy dance now....

almost done.....

not quite done yet.......

Ahhhh, ok. I think I'm finished, at least for the time being, but I can't promise I won't randomly break into crazy dance moves in the near future. I'm just excited...and I think I wanna go put them on again.

Oh,and just so you guys know...I have NO idea how I am managing this whole shrinkage thing, but I'm going to enjoy, embrace, and accept it...and possibly help it along on purpose.


  1. CONGRATS!! I long to be a size 16 again lol

  2. And just for an extra bit of brag...did I mention that these are skinny leg jeans? Yeah, yeah they are. :) hat's right, the legs i always thought were ginoumous are now the smaller part of my body. Damn babies do weird shit to the body. lol

  3. This cracked me up.
    A while back I had a meltdown when shopping for non-maternity jeans. Melt.down.
    I look forward to the day I can go in and try on jeans and they fit!

    Thanks for your encouraging comment.
    Husband and I have talked at length about MIL. He has even confronted her with issues (he's completely on board with me and feels the same way I do). Nothing changed. Just an awkward few weeks of her avoiding us. So what do I do? Vent ;)

  4. YAY!!! I'm so proud of you, Jamie! Keep up the good work. I think the end result (the happiness felt in the smaller size jeans) is worth all the pain and yummy food deprivation! I'm in the same boat as you are, so I encourage us both to keep on truckin'!

    P.S. I wanna see a picture of your skinny ass in your skinny jeans. Flaunt that shit, girl!


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