Fat Pants

Oy, the mass consumption of wine caught up with me and the scale reflected a four pound jump in weight! YIKES! I am going to plead water weight for at least some of this. But I've been feeling fat and the scale confirmed my weight gain suspicions, so this morning I put on my "fat pants," the size 14s. (I have three identical pairs of jeans, haha, 14s, 12s and 10s all in the Gloria Vanderbilt stretchy jeans that Costco sells.) Sexy boot day photo was taken in the size 10s. Today I am schlumping in the 14s.

Even for fat days, the 14s are really too big for me to wear. :) That's a nice pick-me-up when I'm feeling a little blue!

I have eaten more today, too, which confirms to me, for the bazillionth time, that I am an emotional eater. I am not hungry - I am feeling fat. Ipso facto, overeating to compound my problem.

Shake it off, girl. I threw the remainder of my food in the garbage to get it out of my clutches. I shouldn't be eating rice and beans anyway. (Or, in another "Dave Ramsey" nod to Rachel and Kim, I *should* be eating rice and beans....but I shouldn't be eating rice and beans...but I *should* be...) Oh dear, the conundrum...