SIX

6. . .SIX. . .really?. . . .6!!

So, I went to the clothes store this week. (Never good right?) The outing was spawned by the lack of clothes that I can squeeze into. (My baby is precious, but really? do I HAVE to kill my body to have one?) I get there and try on my previous fat size.

NOpe.

Don't fit.

I grab the size bigger.

Nope. Going again.

18!!!! I'm an 18. Okay, so I know that this is not the fattest I COULD be or that anyone HAS been, but it's the fattest I'VE ever been. Even after my freshman 20.

If I have to gain 6 sizes over every pregnancy. I'm not having anymore!

Ugh.

That's also how my exercising has felt. Less than productive. But I do go out walking ever morning. It's a step in the right direction. RIght?