What’s in a letter? Specifically, the letter W.
It’s my hubby’s middle initial.
It’s my son’s middle initial.
It’s a fancy shmancy hotel I’d LOVE to visit some day.
It’s also the letter that comes after my pant size.
Well it did until this week.
The scale reveals 5 pounds down in 3 weeks.
I didn’t need the scale to know that though.
My pants, the ones with a W, they’re just too big.
I need a belt.
But honestly? I’d rather go down a size- to one without a W.
But I’ll wait to lose more weight before investing more.
The investment in time. In money. In clothes that I’ll just pass off.
Because I’m losing it for good.