This page was started to track my journey hopefully for the last time in losing weight. I have lost many many times, but have not been able to keep it off. I am currenlty at my highest weight I have ever been.
What is "Bursting Button"? I took my son to a birthday party at Chuck. E. Cheese. In a sea of Orange County hot moms, I felt the need to buy a new pair of jeans for the occasion. The dressi...ng room was a traumatic experience! Not only did I need to look at my cellulite dimpled body (I SWEAR I even saw some on my calves in the bright lighting), but I had to buy the biggest size I have had to buy in a LONG time. 20! Yes, 2-0! I didnt have that big of an issue buying 18s a couple weeks prior. They still had a 1 in the front. But a 2!!?? Thats a whole new level of fat!
So, day of party...I think I am looking all cute in my size 02, okay 20(!!!) jeans...unitl I catch my reflection in the windows. Who the F is that fat girl! Cant be me. Uh...yeah, its me. Muffin top and all! Not that THAT wasnt bad enough. After eating a few pieces of pizza and licking mine and my sons cake plate clean, I took my son to the bathroom. That is when it happened. My button projectile bursts off my jeans, hit the stall door and dropped to my feet. Panic set in. Did I need 22s? Do they make sizes bigger than 28, because that is where I am headed. How in the world am I going to go back to party without a way to hold up my jeans? How can I get another piece of cake?
Long story short-okay, its already been a long story, I am here and ready to diet, change my eating habits, become a healthier more physical mother to my children, rock a bikini and make the young men drool, wear the cute clothes I have piled in my closet I bought over the years as motivatioanl clothes and wear a bikini...everywhere its appropriate!
Thanks to my bursting button...I feel emotionally damaged enough to take on this. I got this, yo!
What is "Bursting Button"? I took my son to a birthday party at Chuck. E. Cheese. In a sea of Orange County hot moms, I felt the need to buy a new pair of jeans for the occasion. The dressi...ng room was a traumatic experience! Not only did I need to look at my cellulite dimpled body (I SWEAR I even saw some on my calves in the bright lighting), but I had to buy the biggest size I have had to buy in a LONG time. 20! Yes, 2-0! I didnt have that big of an issue buying 18s a couple weeks prior. They still had a 1 in the front. But a 2!!?? Thats a whole new level of fat!
So, day of party...I think I am looking all cute in my size 02, okay 20(!!!) jeans...unitl I catch my reflection in the windows. Who the F is that fat girl! Cant be me. Uh...yeah, its me. Muffin top and all! Not that THAT wasnt bad enough. After eating a few pieces of pizza and licking mine and my sons cake plate clean, I took my son to the bathroom. That is when it happened. My button projectile bursts off my jeans, hit the stall door and dropped to my feet. Panic set in. Did I need 22s? Do they make sizes bigger than 28, because that is where I am headed. How in the world am I going to go back to party without a way to hold up my jeans? How can I get another piece of cake?
Long story short-okay, its already been a long story, I am here and ready to diet, change my eating habits, become a healthier more physical mother to my children, rock a bikini and make the young men drool, wear the cute clothes I have piled in my closet I bought over the years as motivatioanl clothes and wear a bikini...everywhere its appropriate!
Thanks to my bursting button...I feel emotionally damaged enough to take on this. I got this, yo!
