Jeans are my Friends Again!

This is my public but not facebook public way of celebrating. At least I didnt call each and every one of you asking for a scream like I did from Boo and Mom :)

So, as most of you have gone through postpartum and trying to lose the "baby weight" or whatever I know you will know how hard it is to go through. When I was a few months into it I kept telling myself that I'll lose it when I stop breastfeeding. That is what everyone tells me. But Chloe is one now and I still haven't stopped... but I still kind of told myself that because of that I'll stay a bit bigger.

I've been swimming and doing what I can, but I'm far from vigilant. But truth be told, I wanted to know where I was. I knew what the scales were saying and I knew how my clothes were fitting but it was time to put it to the test. So I went to the mall. I went to American Eagle because I knew what I wore there before I was married and even back in high school so it was a pretty good standard.

I went in hoping I could grab a pair of my dream size and sneak off to the dressing room but after 3 passes they didnt have the type I wanted! So I had to ask and then they started talking and asking questions. Pah. She asked what I'm wearing now and got that size. She yelled for someone to get me a room and walked away. I, somewhat guiltily and a little questioningly grabbed the size I really wanted. If she didnt suggest trying a smaller size then I said, I had my doubts.

So I got the biggest stall I could so Chloe could play in front of the mirror. I went straight to the big deal pants. I held them up. Turned them side to side, seriously asking myself if I wanted to do this. Finally, I decided to do it. That is why I went to the mall. To figure out what size I was. So, here it goes.

One leg.
Well, that's too bad.
Two legs.
But will they go up?
Not one problem.
WHAT?! They came up, buttoned and zipped with no problems. NOT a SINGLE ONE!

Now, a little history here.
In high school I was a fit little gal. I swam twice a day had good food at home, not very much stress either and I did not fit in the pants I put on today.
In college, while Jameson and I were engaged, I swam twice a week, ran 7 miles the days I wasn't swimming and I could not fit in the pants I put on today.

I dont know what I'm doing right or what I'm doing different but I am not complaining. It is a wonderful feeling knowing that every pair of jeans I own are big jeans. I kinda want to go back and buy those jeans... They make me feel good.