I have no idea what I weigh today because I’m going by a different measure – my jeans fit!  I’m talking about my “mom jeans,” aka the Miracle Body lovers that I picked up at BlogHer & wore until my fat tush could no longer squeeze into them.  Sometime in the fall, I folded them away sadly, promising to return.  Back in January, I tried to yank them on, but couldn’t get them to button.  On Saturday, I slid them up over my hips, held my breath…& buttoned.  & then I hung out in them the entire weekend, quite comfortably, I might add.

I took a picture of me wearing them, but the coloring’s all wrong & the pictures are kind of fuzzy & I was wearing flip-flops & a sweatshirt because we were making a Sonic Happy Hour run (unsweet cranberry tea, thank you!) & the overall effect was pretty much homeless.  So I decided to take the high-road for my self-respect & for once, not post a bad picture on the internet.

You’re welcome.

This week was a first for basically blowing exercise.  On Monday, Harrison took a backwards dive over the arm of my parents very high couch, landing head-first on their hardwood floors.  Needless to say, it was rather harrowing for all involved & between having to keep him up to make sure there was no concussion & then having to wake him to make sure he could be woken, I decided to bail on Zumba.  Nate would have been perfectly fine to handle it on his own, but it was just one of those momma things where I couldn’t bear to be more than a room away from the kiddo that night.

The worst part was, Monday night felt all wrong when I went to bed & I realized that I missed the endorphin-rush & relaxation that exercise brought after the first day of the week.  I felt all wound up.  I’m definitely looking forward to it this week!

How else do you measure your success?  Do you have a certain pair of pants or dress that needs to fit?  Or feeling more energetic?