Before the previously mentioned BEST Disney trip ever experience, BFF commented on how she was tired of seeing me hitching up my jeans all the time. Â Plus the ones I was wearing really made my flass look even flatter and the fact that I can go potty without having to undo the button or zipper is a clue that these 18 W jeans are too big. Â She told me either I go get new jeans before our trip or at least a belt. Â I HATE belts. Â BFF is a fan of belts but being a Fat Girl, I feel like all belts ever do is cut my fat right in half and make me look even pudgier if that is possible. Â Like I need my fat rolls accentuated in any way. Â Pretty sure they do a damn good job of that on their own. Â But, BFF had a point. Â Having been doing Weight Watchers now for a few months, my body has changed even though the exercising has been lax. Â I have in fact lost weight but not enough that I thought I needed new jeans. Â 13.4 pounds is pretty damn good though! That might not seem like a lot to most people but to a Fat Girl that is sheer will power to even stay on a diet. Â I am not one who sticks with a diet plan very long so that in itself is an accomplishment.

So…yeah…BFF had a point. Â My jeans were a tad big. Â To prove her point, she even grabbed them and pulled them away where they were too big, exposing my Fat Girl Granny Panties to any passerby…Okay! Â I got it! Â I will go home and try on the one pair of size 16 W jeans I keep in my closet for the just in case I lose weight scenario, which I am sure has not been enough at this point to make any difference. Â I pull the jeans down and look at them. Â I hold them up and sigh. Â I just know they are not gonna fit. Â There is no way. Â This is just gonna be a big disappointment and make me collapse into a puddle of Fat Girl tears and reach for the Skittles. Â I braced myself and started pulling on the jeans, waiting for them to get stuck on my thighs. Â They didn’t. Â Ok then on my hips. Â Nope…they were fine. Â Then they for sure were not gonna zip or button and I was gonna be left with the telltale you are too fat for these jeans pudge protruding out of the area where the two sides should close. Â Wait. Â They zip and button without me having to suck in all my air and not breathe for the entire time I have them on. Â THEY FIT! Â Holy cow! Â This can’t be right. Â I decided to tempt fate and go actually try on new jeans in the store to make sure. Â I also was afraid of BFF de-pantsing me in DL to be honest if I wore the too big jeans there. Â Nothing like the fear of a little Fat Girl public humiliation to make you go jeans shopping.
I ended up at Kohl’s and bravely walked into the Fat Girl section and pulled a couple of pair of size 16W jeans off the shelves to try on. Â Then I went into the dreaded dressing room and proceeded to strip down to my undies and bra. Â Why all the way? Â Well, these jeans had really better fit and I wanted to make sure that I did not get some weird Fat Girl push your fat up and out of the way and create a new fat roll look so hence no shirt in trying on the jeans. Â I took a deep breath and pulled on the first pair and THEY FIT! Â And nope, I didn’t see any new shadow puppets created with my fat on the dressing room wall. Â I shimmied off that pair and picked up the next pair which is when I realized I had grabbed a 14W…WTF was I thinking? Â This was surely to end badly. Â This was gonna end with a tearful call to BFF blaming her for this experience and me risking the threat of public humiliation because if they didn’t fit, then the whole thing was off. Â But, you see, I was having a brave Fat Girl moment and decided to try them on anyways risking the tears and inevitable whole coconut cream pie it was gonna take to console me. Â Mmmmmmm…..pie. Â So there, in the unflattering light of a dressing room, in front of a full length mirror, I tried on the jeans already savoring the coconut cream pie I was gonna buy myself to help get over the misery. Â In the midst of my pie thoughts, I hadn’t even realized that I had the jeans on and THEY FIT! Â Ok…wait….the tag must be wrong. Â I slipped them down to look at the tag and sure enough they said 14W. Â Despite my disappointment over no pie, the smile that soon lit up my face replaced all the pie dreams and a Fat Girl Happy Dance occurred right then and there in the dressing room. Â As I shimmied out of those jeans that were 2 SIZES SMALLER, a Fat Girl Mostly Naked Happy Dance occurred. Â I might have even Gangnam Styled my way across that cubicle (not as good as BFF….she can do it very well!). Â Let’s hope there wasn’t a camera in that dressing room (and if there was, and anyone at Kohl’s has it, please send it my way so I can destroy it before it goes viral). Â I think a little jumping and high fiving my own reflection might have also happened before I texted BFF the good news. Â Then, just in case I was hallucinating because I wanted pie, I quickly got dressed and practically ran to the register to pay for my new 2 SIZES SMALLER jeans. Â I even tried them on again at home just to make sure my pie hallucinations had not been real. Â Yup. Â Fat Girl Victory Dance. Â And guess what? They even fit when I went on vacation. Â And yesterday post vacation. Â Pretty sure I just Gangnam Style danced again.
Oh yeah. Â I didn’t die today. Â I am hoping that there is not a Fat Girl Mostly Naked Gangnam Style Dance video out there courtesy of Kohl’s but I didn’t die. Â I am fat girl wearing jeans that are 2 sizes smaller and practicing my Gangnam Style dance for next time running. Â The experiment continues….
OH I’ve heard the song… Never saw the video til now. Funny stuff.
CONGRATULATIONS 2 sizes down is a BIG deal! Keep up the good work! Weight Watchers is a great program. Love and Miss you!