Holy ham sandwich batman!
My pants fit! No muffin top – mmmmm muffins – sorry, it’s mid-morning and I dream longingly of cake-like treats at this time of day.
Fitting into my pants is not be a big deal most days, but today it’s a pair of THOSE pants. You know the ones. These are my comfy, soft, cotton cord-like pants I couldn’t bear to toss into the “can’t-cover-the-junk-in-my-trunk-without-some-serious-back-panel-modifications” donation bin.
It’s true; they were literally busting apart at the pocket seams with my luscious tush cushion’s push back.
Today though, I’m wearing a belt and there is some breathing space where my big ol’ butt cheeks used to be pressed up against the fabric like a kindergartener’s face against a bus window.
Because I’ve decided against using a scale to measure my progress, clothing victories such as this are key. It also lets me know the healthy eating, which involves actually being hungry before I eat, and moderate day-to-day exercise, like walking instead of driving, is having some effect.
I want this to be a lifestyle change and not one that is chained to going to the gym or working out at home because I don’t often have time for that between work, the children and the zoo at the barn.
My reward, aside from being healthier, will be fitting into my favourite pair of jeans. I bought them several years ago – try eight – because I loved them on sight. They didn’t quite fit without some love-chub spilling over them then either.
Aside from the anticipated victory dance of fitting into those jeans, the added bonus of my boss’s face when he sees them will be the custard filling in my cupcake of delight.
Nothing says “wardrobe malfunction” to BC like his hippie photographer strolling, barefoot, into the newsroom in super 70s bellbottom flares with a plethora of strings hanging from the outer seams rocking some equally offensive (to him) peasant shirt.
Yup. The look of utter horror on his face is my goal and I plan on hitting it late summer/early autumn.
That’ll teach him for laying out the pumpkin pecan slabs of sugar in front of me a few months ago. I wonder how long it takes to get some good dreads going if you have straight hair?
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