I’m sick of being fat, unhealthy, out of shape, etc. So I did something about it. I started working out, cut out the crap from my diet-all the things you’re supposed to do to lose weight and get healthy.
I’ve lost 12 pounds in 2 months. I have more energy. I feel better- mentally and physically. I’m healthier. My clothes fit differently. All good things.
But, there are downsides to weight loss.
My jeans (and unmentionables) aren’t as snug as they used to be. Meaning I’m CONSTANTLY hitching my pants (and unmentionables) back up. If I don’t, I could double as a plumber. Let’s face it, crack is whack. I don’t want to see your butt crack peeking, or in my case all out staring, out at me. I know you don’t want to see mine.
My jeans are too big. I’m not done losing this extra weight I’ve been carrying around so I’m not willing to dish out money for jeans that are going to be too big sooner rather than later. It’s a waste of money I don’t have to spend. Drawstring/pajama/elastic waist pants have become my new best friend.
The man is 29 going on 15. Pants-ing me is his new favorite thing to do. He finds it HILARIOUS. Me, not so much… It’s not such a big deal at home (foreplay?). I’m waiting for the time we’re out in public and the mood to yank my pants from ass to ankles strikes. I will not be a happy camper.
My fingers, of all places, are getting smaller. I’m losing my hair. I wear my wedding and engagement rings 24/7. What do these three things have in common? I lose a lot of hair in the shower. We took out the drain stopper to the shower to unclog the drain more easily. I wear my rings in the shower. My fingers are smaller. I just about lost my rings down the drain yesterday morning. WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN GOOD!
Regardless of the down sides, I’m not quitting. There’s still a lot more of me to lose. And confidence to gain.