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I have mentioned my weight a few times.

Alright, more then a few.

I am a girl.

On a diet.

I recently came within 14.9 lbs of my goal weight.
Goal weight being pre-Lincoln.

We all know the scale can be a bit untrustworthy.
Sometimes  just plain cruel.
We have all let the scale, with its morning greeting, ruin our day.

I have had a few run-ins with my scale.
Second floor apartment.
I had had enough.
It was no good.

We are on scale number two.

But, pants don't lie.
It's not possible.
You can play the old "I just washed them," "I just got them out of the dryer."
I don't dry my pants for this exact reason.
It plays tricks on you.

But it's not the pants fault.

Saturday I was feeling pretty good.
14.9 lbs, that's doable before the new year.
I was off to a baby shower.
Feeling good.
Then I sat down on the front steps to buckle my shoes.

"PING"

It was loud.

It bounced off the railing and landed in the driveway.
My button.
No longer keeping my pants together.

I was not feeling good about my self anymore.

Nate was standing in front of me,
saw the whole thing.
He had a smile of pity on his face.

I had to laugh.
Then go put on some fat pants,
and go to the baby shower.
Where I had a spoonful of fruit.

I hate dieting.
I hate my fat pants.

I miss my jeans.