Damn Jeans

Yes, I'm still trying to lose my baby weight, and that means, literally (scale-wise) I have 8 more pounds to shed, figuratively (body wise) I don't know if I will ever entirely get back everything in it's proper place (does that ever happen??). People keep telling me that I will lose it when I stop breast feeding, but I don't know if I believe that because "people" also told me nursing would take off weight, and that the weight would be gone in 9 months (9 months up, 9 months back) but none of those have rung true for me, so I am not putting my eggs in the nursing basket either, I am really trying to work my butt off to , well, get my butt back.
Anyway, I went to Nordstrom the other day because I've always wanted to buy really cute, expensive jeans that fit me well. I always wear jeans that I inherit from people, friends or my Sister, Susan. Not that expensive jeans always fit you well, but designer jeans has been my weight loss inspiration since the beginning (actually when I was preggo I used to tell Adam that I was getting designer jeans as a push-present to myself --and then you know how we women are, your size is never small enough to justify spending $150 on demin fabric.)
Anyway, back to Nordstroms: I asked the girl to get me all the jeans she had in my size... and she brought me 4 pairs of jeans!! Seriously?!! And she said "Sorry, this is all we have in your size" Seriously, I wanted to deck her. I think her better angels were holding her tongue back from letting the words out "Maybe you should try a different department (like the plus size department)".
So as I left the store almost in tears and with no jeans, I came home to fill out an on-line weight loss program that I'll never do. As I was filling out the questionnaire, I got the munchies and ate TWO skinny cow ice cream bars! What the heck?? Am I trying to lose weight here or what? ugh. The whole weight loss thing is a joke. I am a horrible dieter and exercising with a baby seems near impossible (I can't imagine having more than one baby!). But I have made time to do it, but it comes at a price, I just don't have time to get my house as spic and span as I would like, or I don't have time to read a book I wanted to. In the end, hopefully my eight pounds will come off; and if they don't, it's totally worth it to have such a cute, healthy little angel.
But I have to admit, I think I was chomping down the ice cream in defiance of the Jeans sales girl, and the weight loss program and just all the pressure I feel to lose these last eight pounds that just don't want to budge. Sometimes we all need to rebel a little bit. There's one skinny cow left in the freezer...
p.s. I don't want to read any comments to this post about how your weight loss was easy and just "came right off"; I will only accept sympathetic comments, constructive suggestions, and/or a little poster of a kitty falling off the side of a bath tub saying "hold on!".