Dear old clothes

I miss you.

I really, really do.

This morning we visited. I tried on a few pairs of you, old pants. Size 6, mostly. And you are just as cute as I remember, especially the denim capris, and the white ones, too.

I really wish you fit.

I am getting pretty sick of wearing the same 3 pairs of BIGGER pants. I am getting pretty sick of being in the 140s. I limit my calories to 1200-1300 per day. Most days I'm so busy with the kids that the clock shows 1pm before I have time to eat something.

We eat salad for dinner at least 3 nights a week (Scruffy is totally on board with me, which is awesome.) We don't have bad stuff in the house, even with a 3 yr old - I do pretty good resisting temptation.

I was 133lbs when I got pregnant with Princess P. And now, she's 10 and a half weeks old, and I'm STILL not even into the 130s. I was 142lbs this morning - still 9lbs to go.

It sucks.

I miss you, old clothes. I can't wait to see you again soon.