in which I moan and whine a lot

Warning: angsty girl-post ahead. 

I need to lose some baby weight. And by "baby" I mean, cookie. 

So here's what happened. It got really, really cold outside. So I quit going to the YMCA and stayed home. For weeks. It was pretty boring, and I was hungry, so I started baking. Now, a month or two later, none of my pants fit. I mean, I can put them on. But it's not good. There is excess flesh in many, many locations. So I plan on working out again, and probably I will be svelte again in a matter of weeks. In the meantime, however, I am in a bit of a quandary. I could rock my two pair of velour jogging pants, or I can squeeze into my two pair of jeans that sorta fit. ANGST. (disclaimer: I do not really think I am fat, I know I am a shrimp. You are not fat either)

So today, I took $14 from our tax return (thank thee, O great Obama) and hit the thrift store. The goal: fat pants that make me look skinny. Also, that do not bisect me when I sit down. I begin my search by looking for long, skinny legs in a darkish blue. Why? Maybe you ask. Maybe you need to get rid of the stonewashed mom-pants. I'm just sayin. 

So I am scrolling, scrolling through. Too light, waist too high, fat fat legs, size 2 (never again) size 10 (not yet)... made by Wrangler, etc. So I grab 15 pair or so of long-legged dark blue jeans. 

I am 5'1, with 36 inches of me being leg. I haven't measured my waist, but it is larger than my husbands, (30 inches, people) or at least the hip-area where I wear jeans is larger than 30. I'm kind of a mutant. I tried them all on, and vetoed every last pair. ESPECIALLY the mom jeans I tried on last. They went well above my navel, and tapered sharply at the ankle. I was laughing pretty hard in the dressing room, and almost took a picture with my phone, except the horror. 

I left with no jeans, I mean, except the ones I sprayed on before I left home. I will be going to the YMCA tomorrow morning. 

And now, some pictures from the princess' birthday party.