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This weekend was a looonnnggg one.  One full of frustration, irritability so high I almost kicked myself in the shins a couple of times.

I realized that none of my summer clothes fit me from last year.  Yes, I've gained THAT much weight.  I was mumbling around the house all day, and my amazing husband knew something was wrong.  He sat me down in front of him and looked me in the eyes, and said "why are you so upset today".  And so the tears began, with my trying to blurt out.....

"I'm trying to pack and get all my clothes organized for our trip next weekend and I don't know where any of my summer clothes are and even if I did they won't fucking fit me cause I've gained the 24 lbs back that I lost last summer and I feel fat and gross and I just want to crawl back to bed and cry and I really need to get new clothes for our trip next week or i'll be living in my mommy-style one-piece bathing suit all week and I don't think the a-la carte restaurants would allow that since they have a dress code and I just need to go to Walmart to grab a couple of cheap t-shirts and maybe one or two pairs of capri's or shorts, you know cheap so I won't spend alot I promise it's just to get me through until I can lose this 24 lbs again"


And with that my amazing husband pushed me out the door to go shopping.

Score.  Five t-shirts, 2 pairs of capri's and a dress.  All for about $100.  Thank you WalMart.