Kiera vs. the Postpartum Closet

It was time. The standoff had been going on for the past 4 years...seriously. It's hard on a body to gain and kinda lose 35 pounds every year for the past 4 years. I have about 5 different pant and bra sizes (sorry Joshy)! Today was the day. Enough is enough, I was going to win this battle, even if it meant letting go of those cute little pants I wore so many years ago! These hips aren't going back to my college days. I'm down to my pre-prego weight and I'm working on those last 5 L-Bs, to look decent for some upcoming vacations. I'm working out 3-4 times a week and I'm not eating every piece of chocolate that I see. My muscles will reappear one day...I just know it :o)

I wish you could have been there with me. It was amazing. I had every size of everything in the "black hole" as my husband calls it (his side is always neat and orderly...grrrr). It was fun to try on jeans that finally just slid right off of me. And it was sad that some not only still didn't fit, but actually helped the muffin-top to reemerged. ugh.

This is how it began:

Apparently, I did NOT need to buy those khakis the other day...I have quite a few! And yes, some still have the sale tags on them.

So long elastic pants!  There was nothing like eating a big meal while have you around my prego waist.

Yes, you read right...1995.  Although this event and year don't seem that long ago in my Kiera head, it was actually 13 years ago.  I don't even want to talk about it.

I have actually had these pair of pants since high school (hey, they're perfect for a snowy day!).  The sad part is that I remember getting this tear during one of my classes at WC on the desk I was sitting at.  This was, of course, sans paint...that came later.

Ahh....the finished product. Not bad...

Now on to the shoes...