Saturday Blues = Monday's Yellows!!!

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Saturday was a fun day! Well- it started out fun... and then went from fun to just plain funny. 

So I was sitting in my friend *Lacy's* van. And we were rocking out.

Like hard core!

With 5 teenagers in the car.

We were pretty awesome driving these teenagers to a dance an hour away. *Lacy then leaned towards me- while DRIVING and started to sing to me. In an intense, dramatic, head shaking sort of way. Pushing myself back laughing, trying to save my honor I turned my head back to the road.

Well apparently my dear friend had forgotten SHE was the driver...

And we were off the road.

Heading towards a telephone pole.

*"LACYYYYYYYEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" I screamed with a blood curdling ring to it.

The ENTIRE van was now screaming. Can you picture it? Two adults, and five teenagers- SCREAMING.

A LOT.

Well alas, no fear. She recovered quickly AND safely and we had a pretty uneventful drive to the city... laughing the entire time.

But little did we know the heavy sorrow our *ahem* MY heavy bosom would feel later in the evening.

Excited *Lacy and I hit the mall trying to figure out what we were going to do with our childless hours while the teens were dancing their hormonal sweaty hearts out. We practically RAN through the Macy's doors, the wind in our hair... dollar clearance signs in our eyes!

I learned something about myself. I LOVE Lucky Brand.

I HATE how poor it makes me feel.

Defeated and unwilling to shell out $100 for a shirt or sweater we dragged out sloppy selves off to ROSS.

HEAVEN!!!!

Cute clothes?! Cheap PRICES?! Who could want for more?!

Well... apparently I could.

There's a reason those clothes be CHEAP! Nothing fits!!!

Infact, NOTHING fit over my big 'ol weened boobies. Wah-wuh. I mean... REALLY. *Lacy had to come INTO my dressing room and pull the dress OFF of me. I was a mess of snorts and giggles at how awful this situation was.

We walked out empty handed... and drove to Jack in the Box.

And had ourselves BIG 'OL chocolate MILKSHAKES. AND IT WAS GOOOOD!

So because of how depressing my shopping trip was this weekend, I was feeling pretty lowly about myself as I drove my ragged body to the gym this morning. I have purposefully refrained from weighing myself for several weeks because I don't do well with failure. I hate it. But I had a little surprise.

I have lost FIVE (5!!!) pounds in two weeks.

I HAVE BROKEN THROUGH MY PLATEAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOO HOOOO!!!!

So screw the department stores. Because girls, lemme tell you! I look darn good, and no fashion designer can take that away from me just because my figure doesn't fit into what they deem normal.

My bod is rock'n. And I am working hard for it! :)
(Although I would like to mention that big boobs... are HIGHLY over-rated.)
*Name has been changed for anonymity- hahaha! I'm sure everyone that KNOWS me will know who this Lacy lady is! ;)

Love Nikki