This morning was the moment of truth. G finally remembered to bring back my pre-preggers jeans from home and I attempted to jump into them before changing up for church.
It was a nerve wrecking moment. I seemed to have gone back to pre-preggers size already, but the weighing scale was still telling me to lose a couple more (tons of) pounds. Was I just dreaming that I had lost my weight? Was it merely wishful thinking?
...
The instant I managed to button up my jeans, a wide smile broke out of my face. WOOOOPPPPIIIIEEEEEE!!!
Ok... I have to confess that the jeans are still slightly tight, but the fact is that I can get into them and button them up. That's enough to call for a celebration with champagne, isn't it?
It was a nerve wrecking moment. I seemed to have gone back to pre-preggers size already, but the weighing scale was still telling me to lose a couple more (tons of) pounds. Was I just dreaming that I had lost my weight? Was it merely wishful thinking?
...
The instant I managed to button up my jeans, a wide smile broke out of my face. WOOOOPPPPIIIIEEEEEE!!!
Ok... I have to confess that the jeans are still slightly tight, but the fact is that I can get into them and button them up. That's enough to call for a celebration with champagne, isn't it?
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