I went to give my husband a kiss goodnight before he went to bed, but decided to first take a little detour into our bathroom to weigh myself. Guess what? After one week, I’m down .5 pounds! Yay! I was feeling oh-so-cocky about it, so I checked myself out in the mirror to see just what losing half pound looked like on my body (because everyone knows you can tell immediately that you’ve lost weight, right?).
I did a quick scan:
Legs: Not bad.
Butt: Hmmm, that’s weird… it’s all flat. Oh, wait, must be where I’m losing weight first.
Stomach : WHAT THE…?!
I should not have checked myself out in the mirror. Especially while wearing unflattering leggings! What was I thinking?!
(Note To Self: Stop wearing the leggings with the super long torso – you know, the ones that go above your waist line? – when checking out your body.)
But still, how is this possible? Losing weight means stuff has to look smaller, not pop out even more! Ugh.
FOOTNOTE: I’m sitting on the couch eating Cheez Its right now. Self? Meet Medication. I’ll jump back on the wagon after this last handful…