hooray for skinny jeans

And not the kind of ones that you need to be a stick insect to wear either. You know, the ones my mom always says that if the wearer were to fart you'd see it. Left me to wonder many a time as a child if that means that farts come out as bubbles. But I (grossly) digress.

I'm rejoicing for the skinny jeans, the ones that you used to be able to wear before you got too fat. You know the ones I mean ;) I'm rejoicing cause today - just 2 days before jetting off for a two week beach holiday - I have managed to fit back into mine. They're from the "pre-boy days", about 2 years old now. And I can fit into them again! Hurrah and rejoicement!

It's funny things like this. I'm not psychologically inhibted as a fat girl (indeed boy will tell me off when he reads this as according to him I'm not fat). I'm not one of those people who lets their weight define them. I am comfortable with who I am and what I look like, and if someone has an issue with it, that's their fault. (Take note, the Amanda Platell's of the world - fat girls can be happy and sexy, far better this way than being a miserable and bitter skinny like yourself.) But I am trying to shift a little bit (more) weight just for me.

So to get back into my skinny jeans today was quite a moment for me. At last, all the deprivation (hah! given my now public donut habit!) and sit ups have paid off!

As a treat, boy rewarded me with a new (tres vampy) bathing suit for the aformentioned holiday...hurrah! What a man, what a bloody good man I have here.

Back in a few weeks with tales of Greece. In the meantime, someone feel free to get rid of pointless celebrities (David Blaine would be a good start) - they're starting to clutter up my trashy mags.