Chris and I went shopping and errand running the other day. It was quite the adventure and I apparently did not dress properly for the day. An overflowing laundry basket had me grabbing a pair of booty short underwear in the morning instead of my usual pick and it was a bad decision through and through.
I spent countless trips to and from the car with my underwear creeping up my behind or twisted around as I slid into the car. I don't think I've ever picked out so many wedgies. I was very tempted to go commando by the time I announced to Chris that I thought my butt was too small because my underwear didn't fit anymore. He laughed and told me that was an unusual complaint - having a butt that was too small. Seems the 5lbs I'm down came directly from my butt cheeks.
I think I've also gained some muscle and lost more fat. Maybe it's in my head, but when I look in the mirror parts of me are looking a little more defined and I'm seeing more curves along my mid-section. Everything seems to be a little more stream-lined. Whether it's in my head or not it's pretty awesome and encouraging.
On another note I think I've converted Chris into a swimmer. He splashes a lot, but he enjoys going more now that he has a purpose and a goal. He squirms like a little girl complete with a pout on his face though if you stick him in the lake - our one and only Ontario beach day together lasted all of 10 minutes.