Skinny jean hunter (criminal)

Is it horrible that I stole a pair of my daughter’s jeans?

To be fair, she is four inches taller than me and officially a size larger. So, when I saw a pair of her jeans come out of the wash that were definitely on the small side for her to wear (in my opinion), I took a chance. I snuck them up to my room, creeped into my dressing room, closed the door and immediately pulled these little jeans on and posed in front of the mirror.

…and ooh, did I look good!

Now, the proper thing to do was to fold them up nicely and put them back in the pile of clean clothes she would take to her room. Instead, I snuck them into my suitcase and brought them to Europe.jeans (2)

I even did another unthinkable, I took a selfie in my hotel room today in them as evidence of my crime. So, now you get to see me at 44 lbs smaller in all my criminal glory. (Maybe if I’m brave I’ll show you the old chubby girl me.)

I sit here blogging to you from my hotel bed in the glory of these skinny little jeans. They are so comfortable. I really don’t want to take them off. Can I sleep in them?

I guess the next step is if I will get the courage to give these jeans back. I mean, they really are too small for Em. I can’t imagine she still wears them. They were probably at the bottom of an old hamper and finally made it into the wash after years of neglect. Come on, they’re Delia’s jeans from her freshman year in high school. These jeans like me now, right? I look good in them. Right?

Ugh, I know, I need to give them back. Stop your tsking…



Say hello to skinnier jeans

The hard work is paying off. Down another pound for a total of 8. While I don’t see the difference, I did have a couple big wins.

Work is keeping me busy and I had hockey duty last night. I normally would set up in the café area, grab some greasy dinner, and work until my son was done with goalie lesson. Instead, I went to the mall to get walking and climbing stairs. The food dangers were everywhere – Lindt Chocolate, Cinnabon, Starbucks and the food court. I walked past them all.

I did stop in Ann Taylor for work clothes and found the most adorable lilac-blue blouse. I pulled a large and then picked up the medium on a whim.  Guess what, the medium fit!  I couldn’t believe it. I even had to crow to the salesperson.

This morning I woke up to a very yucky wintery day. While jeans aren’t prohibited at work, they are frowned upon during the week. But, I saw an old pair of jeans a size smaller than I normally wear in my drawer. Still glowing from last night’s victory, I put them on. Oh, and they fit! In the end, bad weather day plus getting into skinnier jeans, I strutted into work wearing them proudly.

Love my skinner jeans and can’t wait to show off my new blouse. Here’s to the skinny strut!