Yes there they are...the elusive MissMe Jeans or "bling-bling" jeans as I like to call them. Look how good that chicks ass looks in there.
So at that point once the screams broke my dream sequence of me running through a grass field with a perfect body and bling bling jeans sparkling in the sun. I pulled myself up by the boot straps, put the big mac out of my mind and went on with the morning.
I know this is going to be a struggle. Especially for someone like me that uses food as her happy place. I weigh in today...if I'm down again I will be re-assured that the stress is worth it.