I bit the bullet today, and bought a new pair of jeans. Initially, I wasn't planning to until my maternity jeans were falling of of me, but I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror the other day, and I looked frumpy and tired and fat.
Okay, I am fat. I had to buy 16's today, which I haven't worn since fall of 05. At that point, they were my "skinny" jeans. Truth be told, I put on my freshly washed and dried mat jeans today, and they slid on easier than they have recently. (you know when they're tight, and you have to do some squats to get them on fully?)
I didn't weigh myself at the end of this week, as I've been dealing with a sick baby, and a leaky roof. But I did completely purge my fridge of all crap, so much so I sometimes wander through the kitchen hoping to find some old box of crackers I may have missed. I've been eating all fresh food, and nursing up a storm, which explains the easier fitting jeans. I haven't been able to walk as much as I've wanted, with the torrential downpours this past week.
Regardless of size, the new jeans with the dark wash (and the Spanks underneath them) makes me feel pretty again, something I haven't felt since I had the baby. I've felt motherly and dignified and mature, but not pretty. Feeling good about myself is my best motivator to continue any acts of self-improvement.