I haven't worn a romper since I was 12 years old, so naturally I had to question whether this new trend was legit or the illegitimate brain child of a bottle of scotch and one too many episodes of Sesame Street. I was more than skeptical, but I gave it a whirl anyhow. I grabbed a cute denim number off the rack at a nearby Tj Maxx, and dragged it back to the fitting room determined to make it work.

Well, it's on, but I'm still on the fence. The Romper is quite cute, and if you're into comfort (which I totally am by the way) it's pretty roomy, but it's not exactly the most flattering style for a thick chick. The one I'm wearing in the pic is courtesy of Calvin Klein. I had no idea you could get a pair of Calvin's in a size 14, but alas, they were there. Calvin's or not however, I'm not sure if I like what the romper does to the waist (or the legs for that matter). Like many thick gals, I have drumstick legs. Long, meaty, drumstick legs. Not bad, but still, not exactly the type of legs that look good in short, shorts! So my recommendation? If you have no waist line (or want to display one), this style will not help you.

Jiggly sisters: Please stay away. Go for a capri version that offers a little more coverage on the leg. Solid sisters: Please proceed, but with exteme caution. ;)

Wow, last week was pretty challenging for me. Try trying to stay away from whole Chocolate bars, Fried Chicken, Pizza, full fat Ice Cream and anything else not tied down during your time of the month. Not an easy feat, let me tell you. I ate all of my Weight Watchers Daily Points, Weekly Points and every last one of my blessed Activity Points this week (something I rarely do). Luckily, my health improved, so I was able to gradually return to my regular exercise routine. I managed to add a lot of short walks too, so I think that helped buffer the blow. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed however, as I have yet to see if I survived Easter Sunday. I'm hoping that I won't see any increases on the scale along with the other four pounds of water weight I gained this week-- over the course of three days no less (as any girl knows, "Flo" tends to bring 2-5 pounds of extra baggage with her when she comes). Ah, to be bloated, crampy and crabby. My feet felt like hamburger in my shoes all week!