So, like, eating healthy is good for you? Who'da thunk?

This weekend I am a size 12. I know this because I am wearing my gray, size 12 cargo, cropped pants that have the huge hole in the crotch where the seam came undone on, like, my second wearing. But it's not like I'm spreading for anyone.

Also, yesterday I was wearing my size 12 jeans.

And 14s are kind of big on me.

Though, to be fair, some of the 12s are tight. But these aren't.

Nice.

Normally I lose weight when I am stressed and upset because I don't eat. Last year, in the throes of panic attacks, I lost about 30 pounds because I ate pretty much nothing but veggies and vinegar. Not anorexia. Fear. Good times.

This year I am fairly happy, doing well, eating lots of salads 'cause they're cheep and walking to and from work (which is kind of the norm).

Interesting.

On that note, I'm going to make tacos as I was struck with quite the craving as I was grocery shopping this morning. Well, afternoon. Last night I crashed early and then woke up this morning and lazed in bed for hours sleeping, reading and watching TV. There was nothing I needed to do. It was rainy.

It was wonderful.

Banner weekend, I must say. Still keeping my fingers crossed for the apartment. Piggies, too.