Lazy outfit!: my brother’s white shirt and herbench (lol, I know) jeggings/knit jeans. I am aware that my shoes are mismatched; I was undecided, was in a hurry, and needed to take photos. I ended up leaving the house with the yellow pair (from tOnic at The Ramp).
I shall now subject you to my whining about my body. The jeggings I am wearing (which I bought yesterday) are a size 28. A TWENTY-EIGHT. I have never been a TWENTY-EIGHT. I have been an extra-small, a small, a medium, and most often— a 27. I’m aware that for a girl with my bones/frame, a 26 would be most appropriate. I
don’t didn’t mind being a 27, though, because all it meant is that I had a cute, little belly.
BUT A TWENTY-EIGHT IS RIDICULOUS.
I actually fit into a 27 but I made the smart choice and went with the 28 to avoid muffin topping. They also fit more comfortably. I have five weeks of Insanity left and I’m still not seeing any visible, physical results. I should be discouraged and frustrated but looking at the sorry state of midsection just makes me more determined to lose the flab and get toned.
Jeggings have pockets! Heh, my first pair didn’t have any.
I wanted to get some sweaters, too, yesterday. Unfortunately, my stupid bank’s system was offline (again. What else is new?) and I couldn’t use my debit card. I had to charge the jeggings to my credit card which is always my last option. Rage rage rage.