So, I come home, all excited cause it’s food time and everything (really what I was looking forward to, otherwise, it’s an extended weekend with Paul!) And one of the first things I get was if I gained weight. Well, thanks. Yea, I now wear a 6/8 in jeans, not a 4…But I was semi-okay with it? Of course I wanna get back down to my happiest weight/measurements/fitness, but when...
I just made the hardest decision of my life and splayed it out in the worst way possible. And I come home to…oh.