Split down the middle

My sister is getting married. When it looked like she was close to getting engaged, I made an announcement at one of my mommy bookclub meetings stating that as soon as Ben pops the question, I will go sign up for Weight Watchers. I refuse to be a fat Matron of Honor! While it wouldn't be so bad being "pleasantly plump" the day of the wedding, I would absolutely despise having a constant reminder of it in the wedding pictures that will proudly be displayed in every relative's house I go to visit for the next 40 or so years.

Little did I know that Ben would be getting down on one knee that exact night I made my bold statement to the group. No turning back now! I've been doing Weight Watchers religiously since September 2008. It is an easy program to follow and for the most part I love it. My goal was to lose a total of 56 pounds. I've currently said good-bye to 38 of them and can see the light at the end of the tunnel to the number I will be jumping up and down (and of course screaming with joy at the top of my lungs) if I ever see on the scale. Even if I didn't lose another pound and simply maintained what I've been able to do up to now, I'd be a happy camper. A very happy camper in fact.

So my mom was in town for the kids' birthdays and wanted to go look for her Mother of the Bride dress to wear when the wedding takes place in October. We were tight on time and had a little less than one hour to look at Lord & Taylor on Wednesday before we were due to meet up with some friends for lunch. In the dressing room I gave Sam some cheerios to munch on while my mom was trying on dresses. More cheerios were ending up on the floor than anywhere else, so I bent down to start picking them up.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!

My pants (only wore them one other time) split right down my butt - from one end clear to the other. Oh no! After we got done laughing, we finished up with my mom and I ran out of the dressing room and asked where the closest section of capri pants were. I had on white ones and wanted to replace them with the same color. I normally don't shop at Lord & Taylor and will very rarely spend what I was about to on a pair of pants, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I went in wearing a size 10 (they were a bit big on me) and came out of the store that day wearing a size 6. I am happy to report they fit perfectly. Yay! Yippee!! I almost didn't mind how much these pants cost. Although, in the back of my mind I am thinking, if I can split a pair of a pants in a size 10, what will happen in my new size 6?!?!?!