I split my work pants. Not good. And last night at Kmart I had to buy fat girl pants. FAT GIRL PANTS.
Also not good.
Only they aren't called fat girl pants. They're called CURVY. I don't care what they call them, it's still not where I want to be. In the last two months, I've gained 14 pounds.
That's 56 sticks of butter.
Now that I've outted myself, it's time to get back to where I was before. I might even put a little thing on my blog to help me track my progress. Not sure yet.
Either way, I won't be buying a second pair of fat girl pants.