Now I know why women's clothing sizes aren't in inches.

I've been looking at those numbers again, and one seems to bother me more than the rest. 38. 38?!?!? My waist is a 38! You know who else has a 38 waist? Guys do. Fat guys do. I couldn't find a female size 38 in almost every clothing store at the mall, with exception to lane bryant or ugly old lady clothing stores. You know the ones - the mannequins in the windows look like they are modeling the latest nursing home fashions found in your sunday morning newspaper ads. But I don't shop there. I shop at Charlotte Russe and Gap. But a size 38 waist means, in reality, I shouldn't be.

On a brighter note, I have been extremely good about limiting my portions and eating ridiculously healthy. Saying no to seconds and bad stuff isn't proving a problem thus far. But I am having a lot of trouble drinking enough water. I know I'm dehydrating myself, but I'm just not thirsty. And when I drink when I'm not thirsty, I feel so full and bloated and it feels so gross and sloshy inside my stomach. It makes me sick. I found out I should be drinking 120 oz. of water a day. Are you kidding me? If all I did was work out in the heat and eat jalepenos all day, I couldn't drink that much. I barely get 25 oz. a day, if I'm being honest. This is going to be tough...

I was thinking that I needed a photo for "before and afters." So I tried on my swim suit. Barf. Not going to happen. If I'm the one taking the picture, I just can't help but delete it immediately when I see how horrific it is. I think it will take someone taking it of me and keeping it and not letting me see it until I have lost a significant amount of weight. Ugh...sounds painful. I'd rather have a root canal.