Friday, March 30, 2007

181.0 again.

Meh.

Yesterday I ran out of the house way late for work, and didn't get my SlimFast. Soooo I had like 6 pieces of pineapple. Then at home, all I had was a few peanuts left over from hockey, and those damn sugar free gummy bears. but then Trev and I made chicken and broccoli alfredo bake. REALLY good, and I didn't eat too much.

but I went to Old Navy to try size 12s, and they fit! I was abotu to take them home with me. But then my Patrick-substitute, Rachel, was like "Girl, you KNOW them pants too tight." They were. Just a little bit. Like, seriously, like a centimeter too tight. They fit well enough that I would normally bring them home. But Rachel smacked the sense into me with her candid response, and told me to come back in a week, because then, "they'll slide right up over those hips you got, and you'll feel so much better."

But in general, I think I'm over Old Navy. Their pants fit real weird. Tight in the thighs, and loose in the waist. And the crotches are always like two inches below my hoohah, making my legs look shorter than they already are. Apparently they run small, too? So I'm thinking about making a trip up to the mall to American Eagle to try some 14s and some 12s. I gott buy a pair of Jimmyz jeans before I move to Cal, since we don't have them out there. :( sad face.

Okay, I go now. Panera Bread with boyfriend and puppy, and then HOCKEY! The second to last game of the season :(

3 comments:

b13 said...

Panera Rocks! That turkey sandwich with the avacado slice is the bomb!

Keep doing what you do... it's working :)

Austin said...

Haha, "Patrick substitute."

Speaking of, I got to see him on Friday when I ran over to the BD camp that happened to be going on in town (I was home for spring break at the time). Heh, he and Forrest were still giddy at the idea of being in the A corps...

Renegades, eh? We'll see how I feel after WE AGE OUT TOGETHER. lol, although I wasn't planning on marching my age out, but that's another "we'll see" thing.

Anonymous said...

Chelsea, this is your blog speaking to you (via a trumpet playing friend). You haven't been writing in me enough this week. Tsk tsk. I expect something on the level of an epic novel when you write in me next!

oooOOOOOoooo spooky