So I bought some new pants a few months ago. Capri pants, to be exact. TWO pair - a rare indulgence.
They are adorable. Delightful. One is chocolate brown. The other is a olive color. They have cute buttons. Lots of nice details. And, AND, they are two sizes smaller than the capri pants I walked into the store wearing that day.
And today? The olive green ones are baggy on my butt.
EXCEPT IT'S NOT.
Because the stupid, jerkwad, bastard scale says that I weigh the EXACT SAME AMOUNT I WEIGHED LAST MONTH AT THIS TIME.
They aren't baggy on my hips. They are just starting to get a little bit baggy around the waist. But the wad of pants material hanging off my rear looks like it can be used to make tents for a band of vagrants. Or whatever.
It. Is. Maddening.
I know, I know. I should be counting inches. I should LAY OFF THE STUPID, JERKWAD, BASTARD scale. My whole New Year's goal of not caring about the number is a big, fat EPIC FAIL. I totally get that.
Still. I AM VERY FRUSTRATED.
YES, I'M SHOUTING.
I just wish this wasn't so freaking hard.
*Alternate title: I haven't bitched about how fat I am lately, have I? Let's do that.