Well, not going to let that get me down. Tonight we'll be enjoying Mexican pizza at our favorite haunt. Though I need to lose 3 more pounds to reach my goal. I've lost over 10 since Thanksgiving.
Did I ever tell you what triggered my diet? Funny story actually...
A new clothing store opened in our area. We stopped in to do some Christmas shopping and while I was there I figured I'd pick up a new package of underwear, as mine were getting tattered.
The next day while getting ready for work I tore open the package and put them on. "Oh, my God! Don't tell me I now need a large! This is pathetic. I'm such a fatty, patty. I'm am no longer going to eat...ever!" I let the self-deprecation ensue as I looked in the mirror at the muffin top flopping over my new Hanes.
Depressed, I went about my day getting a full appreciation for the term tighty-whities. By the end of the day I felt as if the circulation in my legs was being cut off. I came home, trudged upstairs to change into my comfy and bulky sweats, took off the underwear and read the label: Boys Medium.
While my spirit brightened a bit I decided to use the experience as a means to begin a diet and exercise regime. I then threw the entire package in the trash yet later was needing to explain myself to Chris who was a bit concerned upon finding little boys underwear in the wastebasket.
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