Something happened on my way to bed last night. My husband came into bed (where I was reading) and squeezed my thighs. With the biggest smile on his face, he happily squeezed my thighs and had such joy on his face at something I had that made him so happy.
So, as I am barely breathing today in my Wasn't-tight-two-weeks-ago jeans, I laugh. I laugh because no matter how much I run, no matter how much I diet, my thighs will always be "juicy". And instead of peeling these jeans off and go for my sweats, I am still in them in the hopes that they will stretch out enough to make it the rest of the day. So, if you see me a little lightheaded you'll know why.
On an up note, I am grateful something I have makes someone I love so much...happy.