No More Fat Pants

I had my vistor last week.

You know the one.  I call it TOM around here.

I like to focus on the positive and the best thing ever happened.

I didn't have to break out my fat pants.

I also realized that even though my weight hasn't budged.  My clothes are fitting better.

I gave my husband my fat pants and told him to hide them from me.

I don't want to wear them again.  EVER!