I'm 2 pant sizes smaller than I was when I started working out regularly in December. Well, technically...I'm probably, actually, 3 sizes smaller. But, I'm not willing to take the plunge and buy more pants in the next size down. I only bought the ones I'm currently wearing in the last month. Plus, it makes me feel kind of good that my current size, which I haven't been in about 6 years, is looking kind of saggy. I'm going to hang on to them until it becomes impossible to keep them up. I don't say this to brag. I say this to keep myself motivated. I don't want to slip up again and take backwards steps. I'm done with all of that.
I have a couple of sick kids today. Avery has been doing her best re-enactment of The Exorcist every couple of hours since 3:00 a.m. And Peyton has it coming out the other end. I'm so happy I get to spend a long, holiday weekend cleaning up bodily fluids. Lucky me! Oh, and I can't wait until the other 2 kids get it!
I've almost talked myself into doing a giveaway.