Postpartum Depression with my Fat.

Yep, that's what I'm calling it.  I miss being fat.  I know that sounds crazy, but it's true.  I freak out a little every time I pass the bathroom mirror.  I have to stop and look at myself.  It bothers me so much, I've almost cried about it.  I listen to my theme songs to feel better.  Rupaul and Lady Gaga make me feel better.


In an attempt to not feel so sorry for myself, and to pick up a couple things, Hubby and I went to the mall.  Hubby got the awesome seat-belt-buckle-belt that he's dreamed of.  Here's what they look like:

He got one with Darth Vader on it.

And we did something else, kind of spur-of-the-moment.  We went into Frederick's of Hollywood, a lingerie store.  It's like Victoria's Secret, except WAY more interesting and diverse.  I picked a thing or two to try on and Hubby picked one too.  The one that looked best on me is this one.  I'm linking the pic instead of putting it on the blog because IT'S LINGERIE!  Anyway, it really made me feel a lot better.  I'm still curvy and still sexy to my hubby.  People forget how important that feeling is.