Last night’s archery session fell through, which meant I was off to the gym – but I hadn’t packed my bathing suit, because doing archery in a bathing suit is kind of weird so I didn’t think I’d need it. But hey no problem – there is a Target on the way to the gym, and my current suit is a bit ratty anyway, AND it’s end of the season sale!

I grabbed a suit off the rack very similar to the one I had now but with a slightly different design, paid, and headed to the gym to put it on…and it…was…TIGHT. At one point I was legit afraid I would not be able to get into it, and I was PISSED. What the HELL is the POINT of all this hard work if I’m making ZERO progress??? Why am I even BOTHERING to be at the gym when I really wanted to be home? For lunch I ate Keto Cajun Crab Casserole while everyone else had pizza – DOES CRAB CASSEROLE SOUND BETTER THAN PIZZA TO YOU?! BECAUSE IT WASN’T!!!!!!!!

So I’m sitting in the hot tub after my workout, pissed off at the world, when suddenly I am transported back to Target an hour and a half ago and I see myself looking at the tag of the swimsuit I’m about to buy and I realize….

That’s not my size.

That’s not my size at all.

So yeah, good news? I’m almost down another full size!!! Bad news? Thanks to this diet I can no longer tell the difference between a 2 and a 0. Oh and the new swimsuit will probably fit like a glove in a couple of weeks. :).