None of my jeans fit anymore without falling off my hips... even a pair of 14s I bought a couple months ago which were quite tight are so loose you can't really see my butt in them... and if I'm going to wear jeans... I want to show off my butt darn it!

So I went to the Gap today to browse the jeans... I expected to still be a 14 (for some crazy reason) but tried a few 12 (of course they mostly fit... only a couple pairs didn't button)... and I ended up falling for a pair of "skinny jeans".

I NEVER EVER EVER EVER E-V-E-R expected to like the way I look in skinny jeans... but wowzah! These are hot!

So, of course, I took them home with me.

I had a long chat with my mother on the phone last night and she hasn't seen me since before I started losing weight but she's seen pictures of me on Facebook. She was remarking, exclaiming even, about how good I look in my pictures (which, honestly, aren't very many that I've put up of myself recently) and was really praising me for my hard work.

Our family has always had a thing about weight with those less chubby always criticizing those more chubby... turns out that my mother and I were always the "big" ones in the family and got a lot of the negative comments. So she gets a lot of my struggles.

Sounds like she's lost some weight too so now I have someone to give all my 16s to! excellent!