So you might be able to tell from my picture from yesterday, the whole Weight Watchers thing seems to be working for me.
Today, I am officially down 20 pounds from my original weight when I started the program in September.
And now? The crowning achievement of the whole thing? My pants don’t fit. At all. The ones that do are still kind of big, but least I have one or two that don’t fall off my hip or look like I’m playing dress up in my mom’s closet. In fact, there are some shirts that I bought at my biggest that I haven’t worn in months plus a few jackets that I thought wouldn’t ever get too big for me actually are starting to hang off me.
I know this is actually a really awesome problem to have, but given my surgical boot, it’s made getting dressed in the morning rather problematic. I spent some time in TJ Maxx tonight looking for new pants but they didn’t seem to have any in the short length and I didn’t have time to get them hemmed before another event day at work tomorrow. So I might have to rock another skirt for the big day.
And at the end of that big day? Hunger Games. Premiere. Midnight.
Need I say more?
My foot might be screaming at me at the end of the day but popcorn and Peeta on a huge movie screen? DONE. That might make up for a long day.