I finally found a couple pairs of jeans today, and I only had to try on about 10 pairs this time. This is probably the 4th time that I've went shopping for jeans in the last 6 months and only the first time that I've been successful.
I'm only slightly exaggerating when I say I'd rather be shot than go shopping for jeans. Maybe just with a paintball gun. Something painful, but not actually dangerous. Ugh.
I always say that I go to try on jeans until I either find a pair or become homicidal. There's a reason I only have 2 pairs of jeans that fit me.
Also, while I'm complaining, I've been working out 3-4 times a week (that's the good part!) for the last 5 weeks and not lost 1 pound! Not one!! While I can tell that my muscles are firming up, the problem areas are not improving, and again, no weight loss whatsoever. It's so frustrating. I'm glad that at least I am physically feeling better, with more energy, or I'd have no motivation at all to keep at it.
I thought 2 months would be a reasonable amount of time to at least look semi-presentable in a swimsuit when we go to Honduras. The goal was only 5 pounds, 10 tops and firming up. Doesn't look like I'm going to make it. How annoying.