I want to preface this by saying that I haven’t weighed myself in over 2 months. I just keep punching in 145 on the treadmill, which by the way is my highest weight ever. Really, the only reason I have weighed myself in the last 6 months is so I would have something to put into the treadmill to get a real count of my calorie burn. I don’t put a lot of stock in the numbers. i put way more stock in how i feel, and the most weight I put is on the way my pants fit.
Now with the preface out of the way, let me shout from the rooftops that pants that were under the bed. Way under the bed because they depressed me to see in the closet not being worn in months, these pants the pants that tired their best to hold their seams together while I crammed my ass into them 4 months ago. These pants, these pants FIT!!! They fit. Just when I thought I was going to need to buy some in between pants. I thought well maybe just for giggles I would try on a pair of old pants.
Lo and behold when I dragged them out from under the bed. They fit. Well not all of them but two pair of them fit. They fit well enough that I can wear them without feeling like a jimmy dean. It is only fair to mention that I still have 2 pair that don’t fit. One pair will hopefully fit in 2 more months and then the last pair, the really skinny pair they won’t fit for four more months. But like a good friend once told me. Shopping is about hope and there is nothing more hopeful that shopping under the bed for clothes that once fit. Free Hope. It doesn’t get much better than that.
