I'm loving the weekend. So great. And now we have one more hour of sunlight and that just makes things even better. Although technically I did just lose an hour of my life today. Oh well. Things are still going well, although not as great as they were. I took three days off of working out and I wish I didn't do that. I went back today and feel a bit better about it all though.
I did have one little setback. I ordered some new jeans online, in a size 16, so I thought for sure they'd fit and maybe even be a little loose. Whoa, was I mistaken. I could barely pull those suckers up over my fat ass. What the hell? I'm firmly in 14s in all of my work pants, okay maybe except a few, but all my 16's are loose on me. And I have another brand of 16 jeans that is getting fairly loose as well. I'm pissed. Why the hell are sizes like this? I wanted to throw a fit right there in the middle of the living room and yell and scream and pound my fists on the floor. And why, all because some jeans with some arbitrary number on the tag won't fit?
It's effing ridiculous how much these things matter to me. I guess at least I'm acknowledging it and trying to change things. I know I should be focusing on the strength gains I'm making, or how far I can run without stopping, and all that kind of crap, but sometimes I just want to fit in my effing jeans. Damnit.
Okay I'm done now, sorry about that. Maybe they'll fit tomorrow.