The pants have spoken.....

"Judi, you are done!"

And, I heard them loud and clear this morning.
Evidently, my hearing is not so good between Thanksgiving and my birthday.
Thankfully, today, my hearing has returned.

It's back to Lapband basics.
Either that or tossing out my SIZE 8 Petites.

I've been on this road before.  
I'm not tossing any more sizes.
I'm going to listen to my pants.  
They are smarter than me.
It's time I admit to it!

I might have a higher education but my pants have street smarts.  
I can't outsmart them.
No matter how hard I try.  

Today, I'm a girl who admits to the fact that my pants win.  

A little pants humor.....

Hello 53.
Hello water.

Hello to the fact that even though it can pass through my  Lapband that doesn't mean I  should eat it. 
Good bye Trader Joes Cranberry Oatmeal Dunkers
Good bye Williams Sonoma Peppermint Bark.
Good bye  to all that other shit that I have no idea why I eat. 

It's time to believe in my pants.  

Getting into my pants is what it's all about......