It’s weight brought on by excess fluid, which can be flushed out by drinking more, well, fluids. Ironic, eh?
Well, irony… and water weight, you can kiss my water retaining ass.
I knew getting up this morning, weighing in would be no bueno. And it was everything I expected it to be and more… 1 pound more.
So, after I wished a slow and untimely death on my scale, I headed upstairs to find a shirt… I wound up going into one of our half-unpacked boxes, found the shirt I was looking for. But also found something else.
A pair of 18 jeans. Brand new. Tags still on.
Yes. This was my silver lining. Kind of.
I know I can’t fit in them now, so there was no sense in torturing myself with trying them on. So I set them aside and thought, “I’ll make a goal!”
I AM going to be in those in time for my nephews graduation on June 21.