Denial in the pants

Sorry if you're expecting this post to be sexual in nature because it's not.

It does involve pants though.

I've been shopping for new pants because the current pants I own are pretty much falling apart. Back in December I was out shopping with Dave and I picked up my normal size and he took one look at them, told me I was crazy and handed me the next size down. I told him he was crazy, I am this fat ass size (ok, it's a normal size but I feel like a fat ass) and to prove it I took the pants I picked out and tried them on in the dressing room. Turns out Dave was right. How is it that my boyfriend can pick out my pants size and I can't? Don't I live in this body every day?

I thought maybe it was a fluke. Maybe these jeans were just nice jeans that run big to make you feel better about yourself. To test my theory I bought two more pairs of pants from different stores. I had to buy the pants to test out my theory. I also had a gift card. Turns out I actually have gone down a pants size. I can no longer be in pants denial.

I have to admit this is probably due to Jillian Michaels. I've been waking my ass up early every other day and working out with Jillian. It's not fun being yelled at by Jillian at 6:30 a.m. but I can't deny that she gets results.

My ultimate goal is to go down one more pants size. I ate a salad as a side instead of french fries the other day. That was a really hard choice but life is full of hard choices.