I'm wearing jeans!

This would not normally be meaningful for a person, but I have not worn real pants (as in not stretch pants worn under a skirt) in the last four years? Five maybe? CRAZY. I hate the way I look in them because my fattest areas are my thighs and butt and it's just terrible.

But I've lost a total of 45 pounds at this point and was made a Weight Watchers lifetime member. My now live-in boyfriend (who I am ridiculously happy with) is currently out of town so I tried on his jeans and they actually fit me.

WHAT

So I'm pretty happy about that. And I'm really happy right now with him in a temporary little world. It's just that the future is so terrifying and bad-looking right now to the point where I haven't been able to sleep and I keep throwing up about it.

In a few weeks I'll graduate and my life will get flip-turned upside down but I won't become the Fresh Prince.