I'm getting in the car with the kids yesterday when my pants ripped. Not a little. The entire front of the jeans ripped. They are brand new pants. I went down two pants sizes from my workouts at the Kroc Center, and have been feeling great about it. This set me back a bit!

The new pants felt like they fit great! Still a little room, but not as ridiculously baggy as my old pairs. But when they ripped as I was getting in the car I started feeling badly. I hope it's just bad jeans. I feel a little stupid walking in without the receipt asking for a new pair, but I'm going to. I think I am. Maybe I'll back out. I would hate for them to not give me a new pair and then I'd have to do the walk of shame back to my car with the pair of ripped "I'm not quite ready for this size" pants. Wow. Maybe I should just have a double cheeseburger and get it over with!

Katie and I talked about this a little today.