I like to think of myself being above weeping over pant sizes, but there I was: boo-hooing and frustrated to boot. The Celebrex worked wonders for my arthritis.
I guess it just wasn't meant to be.
So, I drank lots of water, and lo and behold, I was able to pry on some clothes the very next day.
Onward I go, discouraged but moving.
Oh, Much to My Sjogren received a little love today. She blushed and dug her toe in the sand...