Desperation Dance Part II

It is official...I have no will power. I thought that I could wait in until the end of the month before trying on my size 16 jeans, but I gave into temptation. I just wanted to know how close I was to reaching my next goal. Mentally, I knew that 5 pounds was not going to make the difference, but the tiny voice in my head said that maybe 5 pounds was all I needed.

So, I grabbed my cutest pair of size 16 jeans (believe it or not there is a cute pair of size 16 jeans). They make my butt look smaller. Anyway, I was able to get them up to my thighs, but there was still a little bit of my desperation dance needed to get them all of the way up. You know the dance. Many of you are familiar with the dance if not the title. It is where you start to put on a pair of pants and then do the following: pull, push, plead, and pledge never to eat bad again as long as these stupid things fit. Then through divine intervention (and a lot of sweat and effort), they are where they are supposed to be. Then the next challenge begins...getting them buttoned.

Well, I'm pleased to say that while the dance was needed, there was less dancing and desperation this time around. I won't lie, everytime I attempt this dance I have some appropriate music playing in my head so I put a little more movement into it. By the way, I think the song Maniac was written because someone witnessed the desperation dance first hand. Where was I? Oh yeah...so I think I'm three pounds away from the size 16 jeans fitting. Whoo Hoo! And I'm 5 pounds away from them fitting so I can breathe when I sit (being able to do this is highly overrated). Not sure when I'll start wearing them full time. Hopefully soon! Size 16 here I come!