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Sooooooo I'm a bitch. For the past 2 days I've done nothing but complain about my body to my mom and boyfriend, emphasizing the fact that although I workout all the time, I've lost no weight. So I had to get new jeans because all of mine are beat, and the pair I bought was one my mom just handed me in the dressing room, I hadn't paid any attention to the size and just assumed it was what I've worn for awhile now. Last night I couldn't sleep and I got curious about those pants, so thinking I'd be horribly dissapointed but still somewhat hopeful, I looked at the tag. I went down a size...I have lost weight, I'm just an ass and like to think the worst of myself in any situation. On a somewhat different note, I created a cycle for my workout plan, that way everything evens out and I don't get bored. Have a nice day.