cuz I was sure excited about it. I’ve been losing weight, no idea how much. I didn’t even need one of the best weight loss pills to do it. I think my kids just run me ragged.
We were going somewhere, and I was looking for shorts. Pato said, how about these, pulling them out of my bottom drawer where I shove things that don’t fit, but really it isn’t SOOOO unrealistic, me thinking I might wear them again someday. (That means I can almost get them over my butt if I lay at just the right angle on the bed. They give me hope. LOL) I said, no, those don’t fit me yet. So, he threw them back in my drawer.
A few days later, I was looking for shorts again. Looked at that drawer. Opened it. Pulled out the shorts. Thought about the blow my self esteem would take when I couldn’t get them over one thigh. Sighed. Tried them on anyway. They were loose. Like, I could pull them off without unbuttoning them. Like, I need a belt or they start falling down my hips and once they pass the hips, it’s a compromising situation. I was so happy. I haven’t worn those jean shorts since before I had Kat. Yippie!
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