Let's face it, some of us are more blessed than others in the between the shoulders area. I was given a figure that is not very blessed in that area at all. From a very young age, I noticed this, and always wished for more. More boobs, that is. Most people have always told me that I am beautiful just the way I am. Most people being my mother and aunts, so I think they have to say that, therefor I never counted it as truth. I have always thought that I would be much more balanced physically if I just had boobs that were bigger.
Well, in my pre-teens it just wasn't happening. All the other girls were growing chests and mine was staying pretty concave, I must say. Some people would call them mosquito bites and laugh, other friends gave them nicknames. My personal favorite nickname that my boobs were ever given was Mary Kate and Ashley. This was before the Olsen twins became famous for being anorexic and we just fondly remembered them as the twin babies from Full House. My friends thought of my boobs as baby boobs, which was really awesome for my self esteem.
Once I hit college, I maintained being skinny for a little while. I never gained what people call the "freshman 15". I gained what I call the "my boyfriend moved to California junior year 20". It's sort of the same thing, but a tad more depressing. I may be exaggerating with the 20 pounds, but I think I'm pretty on target, that throughout the last two years in college I put on about 20. Anyhow, because of these 20 pounds, something started to grow, my boobs!! It was just about the only prize I won for getting fat.
When I moved to California, I joined a gym pretty soon after because I wanted to start to lose my college weight. My left foot had other plans. I was on crutches for most of my first year in the sunny state, and put on a lot more weight because of that and all my excuses. "I can't work out because of my foot". Pretty sure I could have lifted some weights, but I digress. Point is, the boobs kept growing. I was almost able to fill a B cup. B cup!!! That was amazing to me! (I still used padded B's, so ladies with real B cup boobies would probably call me a liar had they seen me with nothing on.)
Since starting my new working out journey, my boobs have sadly begun to disappear. A wise woman once told me "first to come on, last to come off". Unfortunately for me, the boobs are one of the last things to grow for me, and the first thing to come off. It's just not fair. I know what you are thinking, that I should be happy that the fat around my chest and heart is going away, but the fact is I want bigger boobs still. I admit to being superficial and I just wish that other things would go away first like my inner thighs, upper arm fat or double chin. Can't a girl dream?
I am just hoping and praying that my boobs don't completely go back to being concave. If they do, I will deal and someday figure out a way to get the all too expensive implants. Yep, you read right, I really think I want to get them. But for now I just want to see how much weight I can lose and if it has to come off of my boobs, so be it. My most recent weight loss venture started in August, but I just wanted to point out that since January I have lost almost 20 pounds. If that's not encouraging to people who know how lazy I can be, I don't know what is. Hopefully by the end of the year, that number will be 30 and I will still have some boobs to speak of. Fingers crossed.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Bugging Around
A few months ago I started hearing about this thing called a Body Bugg. The first time I think I heard about it was by watching the Biggest Loser, as I believe they make all their contestants wear one. I also saw that you could win a body bugg if you spelled enough letters by playing Scrabble through Subway, which by the way, I now believe is a total hoax. And then I met up with my cousin, Meredith, at her new apartment in San Diego to find out that she has one too.
I, of course, had a bizillion questions for Meredith. What was it? What did it do? What was it like? Did she find it annoying (because you wear it on your arm)? She answered all my questions as follows. She explained that the body bugg was a device that tracked her calorie burn and at the end of each day, she had to plug it into her computer and also manually enter her calories consumed, and then see if she had a calorie deficit or surplus. She explained that it didn't bother her at all, even after I said "really"? Because it just seemed hard to believe that this thing that is on your arm at all times except for when you shower would just be intolerable. She insisted otherwise.
Of course after hearing about it from Mere, I grew much more curious about this device. I got disheartened at first, finding out that they only sold them at 24 hour fitness... or so I thought. Turns out they also sell them online at apex's website. I guess they would be considered the makers of the body bugg. First thing to note about the body bugg is the price. It is not cheap. I had to find a way to rationalize this purchase while also saving for a wedding. The way I see it, even though it costs about three hundred dollars for the whole shebang, it is a life time investment, so after about two weeks of wrestling with the decision, I went for it.
Now it has been one week that I have been wearing the Body Bugg on my arm. Mere was right. It is not annoying, it does not bother me at all. I think the trickiest part was just getting it started. I had the worlds most difficult time trying to figure out how to take the device out of the arm band it comes in. You see, in order to charge it, you have to remove it from the arm band to find the usb port. Jimmy and I must have looked like fools staring at this trying to figure it out that first night. Once we found it, it was glorious and we felt like we had conquered something much greater than what we actually had. Nonetheless once set up of the actual arm band and device was complete, I had to synch it with my calorie counter watch.
The calorie counter watch is an optional part of the body bugg. You don't have to get it, but I find it very helpful. Instead of having to plug in the arm device to see what your caloric burn is, you can just glance at your wrist and there are the numbers. Easy breezy. The watch also shows me how many steps I've taken, what time it is and length of each activity I do that it monitors. In a nut shell, I think its awesome.
When I started on the body bugg I weighed in at 148 with my clothes on last Tuesday. Last night, one week later, I weighed in at 146.6. I truly believe that the food journaling along with tracking my caloric burn is really working for me. I mean I am seeing the results, this morning I weighed in at 145. I have not seen that number in a very very long time. I almost cried, but that wouldn't anything unusual, now would it?
If any of you who read this are considering purchasing the Body Bugg, I highly recommend it. Once you get in the habit of writing down everything you eat and entering it later, its not that bad. Also it's really neat to see what you are actually burning versus what the machines at the gym tell you that you burn. I am going to update everyone on my status with the body bugg as I go just because I find this whole thing fascinating.
I, of course, had a bizillion questions for Meredith. What was it? What did it do? What was it like? Did she find it annoying (because you wear it on your arm)? She answered all my questions as follows. She explained that the body bugg was a device that tracked her calorie burn and at the end of each day, she had to plug it into her computer and also manually enter her calories consumed, and then see if she had a calorie deficit or surplus. She explained that it didn't bother her at all, even after I said "really"? Because it just seemed hard to believe that this thing that is on your arm at all times except for when you shower would just be intolerable. She insisted otherwise.
Of course after hearing about it from Mere, I grew much more curious about this device. I got disheartened at first, finding out that they only sold them at 24 hour fitness... or so I thought. Turns out they also sell them online at apex's website. I guess they would be considered the makers of the body bugg. First thing to note about the body bugg is the price. It is not cheap. I had to find a way to rationalize this purchase while also saving for a wedding. The way I see it, even though it costs about three hundred dollars for the whole shebang, it is a life time investment, so after about two weeks of wrestling with the decision, I went for it.
Now it has been one week that I have been wearing the Body Bugg on my arm. Mere was right. It is not annoying, it does not bother me at all. I think the trickiest part was just getting it started. I had the worlds most difficult time trying to figure out how to take the device out of the arm band it comes in. You see, in order to charge it, you have to remove it from the arm band to find the usb port. Jimmy and I must have looked like fools staring at this trying to figure it out that first night. Once we found it, it was glorious and we felt like we had conquered something much greater than what we actually had. Nonetheless once set up of the actual arm band and device was complete, I had to synch it with my calorie counter watch.
The calorie counter watch is an optional part of the body bugg. You don't have to get it, but I find it very helpful. Instead of having to plug in the arm device to see what your caloric burn is, you can just glance at your wrist and there are the numbers. Easy breezy. The watch also shows me how many steps I've taken, what time it is and length of each activity I do that it monitors. In a nut shell, I think its awesome.
When I started on the body bugg I weighed in at 148 with my clothes on last Tuesday. Last night, one week later, I weighed in at 146.6. I truly believe that the food journaling along with tracking my caloric burn is really working for me. I mean I am seeing the results, this morning I weighed in at 145. I have not seen that number in a very very long time. I almost cried, but that wouldn't anything unusual, now would it?
If any of you who read this are considering purchasing the Body Bugg, I highly recommend it. Once you get in the habit of writing down everything you eat and entering it later, its not that bad. Also it's really neat to see what you are actually burning versus what the machines at the gym tell you that you burn. I am going to update everyone on my status with the body bugg as I go just because I find this whole thing fascinating.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Oopsie Whoopsies
Like my mother always said, "Danielle, if your head was not attached, you'd forget that too". Well, today I had one of those forgetful Dani moments that I have come to hate oh so much.
At around 12:45pm I saw it was getting close to lunch time, so I ran to go get my banana for my pre-gym snack. I practically swallowed that whole and before I knew it, it was ten minutes after 1. How did that happen? I rushed down to the parking garage, exit the building and sit frustrated at multiple lights on my way to the gym. At about 1:25 I made it to the gym. This took way too long, it should really only take me five minutes to get to the gym from work, but I digress.
So I bolt out of the parking garage of the gym and run into the bathroom/locker room area. I pull out my gym pants, sports bra, socks and tank top. Hmmm, something seems to be missing. Ah, sneakers!! I go in and I pull out a sneaker, but can't seem to find the other one. I push the sweatshirt I have in my bag around as if a sneaker might magically appear underneath it. No dice. I had only brought one sneaker with me. Who does that? After all that rushing, I forgot my damn sneaker! Ugh.
I contemplate what to do, hands on hips, tapping my toes, feeling embarrassed to have forgotten such a key part of my work out clothing. Then I could hear another woman walking around in the locker room. I sought her out and asked her how dumb I would look if I worked out in my suede brown flats and explained to her my situation. After looking at me and assessing that I was not a crazy person, she politely told me not to worry about it and to just be careful. I thanked her and decided to give it a go with my brown flats.
I walked out to the treadmill, hoping that no one would notice what was on my feet. At first it was not so bad speed walking with out sneakers, but then it suddenly became obvious that this was not going to be easy. My left food, otherwise known as my bad foot, did not like what was happening. It started to feel achy, so I decided to hold on instead of pumping my arms in case it gave out. I made it about ten minutes on the treadmill before my feet couldn't really take it any more. It really is amazing how cushioned sneakers are so that you don't feel all that pain I was feeling.
Next I decided to try the bike, which in my head seemed like it would be super easy to do, but this was also not so great. Why? Because my stupid flats kept hanging off the back of my foot while I was peddling. Not cool. I probably looked so silly to whoever was in the gym behind me. I decided that I would tough this one out for another ten minutes too and then move on to weights.
Thank goodness for the weight machines, because they, I am now convinced, are the only non-sneaker friendly things to do at the gym. I was able to do anything I wanted on these machines with out worrying about my feet. And I think I still burned enough calories to meet my goals for the day. The main thing I learned during lunch is to NEVER, ever forget my sneakers. It is a huge let down and it really puts a damper on the whole working out thing. However with my track record, I am sure I will forget something even better soon enough. After all, it is not a coincidence that Jimmy comes up with songs titled "Forgetful Dani".
At around 12:45pm I saw it was getting close to lunch time, so I ran to go get my banana for my pre-gym snack. I practically swallowed that whole and before I knew it, it was ten minutes after 1. How did that happen? I rushed down to the parking garage, exit the building and sit frustrated at multiple lights on my way to the gym. At about 1:25 I made it to the gym. This took way too long, it should really only take me five minutes to get to the gym from work, but I digress.
So I bolt out of the parking garage of the gym and run into the bathroom/locker room area. I pull out my gym pants, sports bra, socks and tank top. Hmmm, something seems to be missing. Ah, sneakers!! I go in and I pull out a sneaker, but can't seem to find the other one. I push the sweatshirt I have in my bag around as if a sneaker might magically appear underneath it. No dice. I had only brought one sneaker with me. Who does that? After all that rushing, I forgot my damn sneaker! Ugh.
I contemplate what to do, hands on hips, tapping my toes, feeling embarrassed to have forgotten such a key part of my work out clothing. Then I could hear another woman walking around in the locker room. I sought her out and asked her how dumb I would look if I worked out in my suede brown flats and explained to her my situation. After looking at me and assessing that I was not a crazy person, she politely told me not to worry about it and to just be careful. I thanked her and decided to give it a go with my brown flats.
I walked out to the treadmill, hoping that no one would notice what was on my feet. At first it was not so bad speed walking with out sneakers, but then it suddenly became obvious that this was not going to be easy. My left food, otherwise known as my bad foot, did not like what was happening. It started to feel achy, so I decided to hold on instead of pumping my arms in case it gave out. I made it about ten minutes on the treadmill before my feet couldn't really take it any more. It really is amazing how cushioned sneakers are so that you don't feel all that pain I was feeling.
Next I decided to try the bike, which in my head seemed like it would be super easy to do, but this was also not so great. Why? Because my stupid flats kept hanging off the back of my foot while I was peddling. Not cool. I probably looked so silly to whoever was in the gym behind me. I decided that I would tough this one out for another ten minutes too and then move on to weights.
Thank goodness for the weight machines, because they, I am now convinced, are the only non-sneaker friendly things to do at the gym. I was able to do anything I wanted on these machines with out worrying about my feet. And I think I still burned enough calories to meet my goals for the day. The main thing I learned during lunch is to NEVER, ever forget my sneakers. It is a huge let down and it really puts a damper on the whole working out thing. However with my track record, I am sure I will forget something even better soon enough. After all, it is not a coincidence that Jimmy comes up with songs titled "Forgetful Dani".
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Another Football Sunday
You know what they say... another Sunday another game.. or um wait.. I must be mixing that up with something else. Anyway, I was woken up by Jim at around 9AM and asked if I wanted to go to the game with him. Since we had some friends from college that were in town, I decided I would go and grace the others with my presence. However I did not have a lot of time to prepare, as Jimmy told me we had to be to the bar by 9:45ish.
First things first, I did all my usual morning cleansing routines, straightened the hair and put on some make up. Although I am okay with forgoing the makeup for work, I try to look nice for my friends. The best part about getting ready for football Sunday is not having to think about what to wear. God bless the Lehman family for getting me an Eagles jersey, because last year was hell trying to come up with outfits that early in the morning (and did I mention last year I was probably hung over each Sunday, so that made it harder?). The other nice thing I noticed is that my jersey is beginning to fit me better. Ah yes, it's the little things.
I found out that we would not have time to make breakfast, so I started to scramble around the kitchen like a bull in a china shop. What in God's name could I take with me? It had to be something that I could discreetly eat, as to not get looked at strangely by others for bringing my own food to a bar. I found an apple, sliced that up and put it into a plastic baggie. My stomach growled. This indicated to me that I would need more than the apple to make it to 1pm for the end of the game. I searched around some more and saw we still had some Trader Joe's shredded wheat with maple left. YUM. I threw some on the food scale to make sure I was only going to eat the serving size and then put them into a zip loc as well.
Oh, did I mention my new toy yet? I purchased the biggest loser food scale and it is AWESOME. I try to measure everything I eat so that way I know how many calories I am consuming with each meal. I also purchased the biggest loser cook book as well as the biggest loser calorie counter book. Put all three together and I hope to be unstoppable with my calorie counting.
Back to the story kids. We get in the car and I show Jimmy the treats that I have prepared for myself. I don't know why, but I feel as though if I show them to him, then I must eat them. We arrive at the strip of stores where the bar is and there is no time to stop at the coffee shop. Ugh. So we go into the bar and I order a coffee and it is just not the same. Not only that, but they do not have 2% milk to offer me to put into my watered down beverage. In fact, the waitress said to me "i am pretty sure that all they have is whole milk because of all the cooking they do". I told her its fine and to just please bring me some creamer. This is the problem with eating out, even if it is something as small as coffee, you can never get it just right so that it is healthy. You have to make do and hope that you won't go over your calories at the end of the day.
After the whole coffee thing and I was more awake, some more friends started to arrive. I had my biggest loser calorie counter book obnoxiously placed on the table, not because I wanted to force it upon others, but just to remind myself not to give in to temptation. One of the guys noticed my book and sarcastically said "oh are you going to write about this in your blog" and i said "yes, i am going to blog about this and tell my readers all about the asshole who asked me if i would blog about today". I hope you are happy, Dan.
Soon, the bar food arrived on the table. I was sitting in between two dudes, who both ordered what appeared to be the most delicious buffalo wings I had ever seen. I had to really put the lasso around my inner fat girls neck so that she would not take over. I mean inner fat girl was really out of control drooling when the food started coming out. They smelled so good, even the ranch, in plastic little cups, seemed enchanting. What the hell is wrong with me? Good thing I had my trusty apples and cereal on stand by. I began to just stuff my face with my snacks that I had in my purse and silently stare at the wings. To make myself feel better, I even looked in the calorie counter book to see how many calories was in the buffalo wings. 261 calories for every 3 ounces is what I found. Good lord. Thank goodness I had self control and did not ask to eat one.
Once everyone was done eating their food, all I could do was stare at the drinks they were having. I think it has been almost two months since I've had alcohol of any kind. I don't really remember what my start date was for stopping consumption of alcohol, but I can tell you this, the longer I go with out beer wine or mixed drinks, the easier it gets to be around it. If only I could have the same change in thoughts about food. The good news is I still left the bar feeling proud that I had not eaten or drank anything out of the ordinary. Fingers crossed that next football sunday is that much easier.
First things first, I did all my usual morning cleansing routines, straightened the hair and put on some make up. Although I am okay with forgoing the makeup for work, I try to look nice for my friends. The best part about getting ready for football Sunday is not having to think about what to wear. God bless the Lehman family for getting me an Eagles jersey, because last year was hell trying to come up with outfits that early in the morning (and did I mention last year I was probably hung over each Sunday, so that made it harder?). The other nice thing I noticed is that my jersey is beginning to fit me better. Ah yes, it's the little things.
I found out that we would not have time to make breakfast, so I started to scramble around the kitchen like a bull in a china shop. What in God's name could I take with me? It had to be something that I could discreetly eat, as to not get looked at strangely by others for bringing my own food to a bar. I found an apple, sliced that up and put it into a plastic baggie. My stomach growled. This indicated to me that I would need more than the apple to make it to 1pm for the end of the game. I searched around some more and saw we still had some Trader Joe's shredded wheat with maple left. YUM. I threw some on the food scale to make sure I was only going to eat the serving size and then put them into a zip loc as well.
Oh, did I mention my new toy yet? I purchased the biggest loser food scale and it is AWESOME. I try to measure everything I eat so that way I know how many calories I am consuming with each meal. I also purchased the biggest loser cook book as well as the biggest loser calorie counter book. Put all three together and I hope to be unstoppable with my calorie counting.
Back to the story kids. We get in the car and I show Jimmy the treats that I have prepared for myself. I don't know why, but I feel as though if I show them to him, then I must eat them. We arrive at the strip of stores where the bar is and there is no time to stop at the coffee shop. Ugh. So we go into the bar and I order a coffee and it is just not the same. Not only that, but they do not have 2% milk to offer me to put into my watered down beverage. In fact, the waitress said to me "i am pretty sure that all they have is whole milk because of all the cooking they do". I told her its fine and to just please bring me some creamer. This is the problem with eating out, even if it is something as small as coffee, you can never get it just right so that it is healthy. You have to make do and hope that you won't go over your calories at the end of the day.
After the whole coffee thing and I was more awake, some more friends started to arrive. I had my biggest loser calorie counter book obnoxiously placed on the table, not because I wanted to force it upon others, but just to remind myself not to give in to temptation. One of the guys noticed my book and sarcastically said "oh are you going to write about this in your blog" and i said "yes, i am going to blog about this and tell my readers all about the asshole who asked me if i would blog about today". I hope you are happy, Dan.
Soon, the bar food arrived on the table. I was sitting in between two dudes, who both ordered what appeared to be the most delicious buffalo wings I had ever seen. I had to really put the lasso around my inner fat girls neck so that she would not take over. I mean inner fat girl was really out of control drooling when the food started coming out. They smelled so good, even the ranch, in plastic little cups, seemed enchanting. What the hell is wrong with me? Good thing I had my trusty apples and cereal on stand by. I began to just stuff my face with my snacks that I had in my purse and silently stare at the wings. To make myself feel better, I even looked in the calorie counter book to see how many calories was in the buffalo wings. 261 calories for every 3 ounces is what I found. Good lord. Thank goodness I had self control and did not ask to eat one.
Once everyone was done eating their food, all I could do was stare at the drinks they were having. I think it has been almost two months since I've had alcohol of any kind. I don't really remember what my start date was for stopping consumption of alcohol, but I can tell you this, the longer I go with out beer wine or mixed drinks, the easier it gets to be around it. If only I could have the same change in thoughts about food. The good news is I still left the bar feeling proud that I had not eaten or drank anything out of the ordinary. Fingers crossed that next football sunday is that much easier.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Dani VS the Treadmill
This week I have been sans work out buddy for lunch, so instead of going to the park, I have been driving to my gym. Lucky for me, my gym is close by to where I work. Coincidence? I think not. (much thanks goes to miss Kelli for pointing me in the direction of said gym back in January)
Anyhow I got to the gym today and my favorite machine was already taken. It is a smaller gym, so they have about one of each specialty cardio machine and then six or seven treadmills. So as you may have guessed, I opted for the treadmill today. Now, I do not claim to be a runner by any stretch of the imagination. I believe I have stated that before, but just in case you forgot. Dani = not a runner.
Now that we have that cleared up, I get on the old treadmillrooski and decide that for this lunch break I will put in a solid 30 minutes. I get warmed up for about 3 minutes on 3.9 mph speed walking. Then I notice the man next to me glancing at what I'm doing. My first instinct was to tell nosy where he could look next, but instead I convinced myself that he was probably just jealous of how insanely good I was at speed walking and continued on.
Once my first 3 minutes of speed walking were up, I decided to see how long I could last jogging. I upped the speed to 5.3mph and felt pretty good. I was surprised at how easy it felt at first. It's weird to describe because sometimes it feels really good to jog and other times it feels plain awful. The plain awful could be described as knees aching, lungs burning(thanks years of smoking) and shins feeling a little sensitive. But the plain awful feelings come and go with this feeling of euphoria, like I can just do anything.
Through the ups and downs of the 5.3 mph jogging I tried to tell myself to not look at the time. That maybe if I didn't see it, that I would last longer. So I glanced down at the start of it all at 27 minutes left to go, then again at 23 minutes to go, and then lastly at 17 minutes left to go where I felt my arm raising to lower the speed. I swear my mind thought I could go longer, but my knees were telling a sadly different story and somehow overpowered my will to keep at that speed.
In total I lasted ten minutes at 5.3 mph and then for the duration of my time I continued to speed walk at 3.9 again. I had this feeling of satisfaction for lasting for ten minutes jogging with out stopping, followed by a feeling of disappointment that I couldn't keep going. I have decided since returning to my desk that there is really no reason to be disappointed. Although it is completely natural for me to be hard on myself, I have come a long way from only being able to jog for like 2 minutes and will continue to try to stay positive, despite my ability to find the negative in just about everything.
Anyhow I got to the gym today and my favorite machine was already taken. It is a smaller gym, so they have about one of each specialty cardio machine and then six or seven treadmills. So as you may have guessed, I opted for the treadmill today. Now, I do not claim to be a runner by any stretch of the imagination. I believe I have stated that before, but just in case you forgot. Dani = not a runner.
Now that we have that cleared up, I get on the old treadmillrooski and decide that for this lunch break I will put in a solid 30 minutes. I get warmed up for about 3 minutes on 3.9 mph speed walking. Then I notice the man next to me glancing at what I'm doing. My first instinct was to tell nosy where he could look next, but instead I convinced myself that he was probably just jealous of how insanely good I was at speed walking and continued on.
Once my first 3 minutes of speed walking were up, I decided to see how long I could last jogging. I upped the speed to 5.3mph and felt pretty good. I was surprised at how easy it felt at first. It's weird to describe because sometimes it feels really good to jog and other times it feels plain awful. The plain awful could be described as knees aching, lungs burning(thanks years of smoking) and shins feeling a little sensitive. But the plain awful feelings come and go with this feeling of euphoria, like I can just do anything.
Through the ups and downs of the 5.3 mph jogging I tried to tell myself to not look at the time. That maybe if I didn't see it, that I would last longer. So I glanced down at the start of it all at 27 minutes left to go, then again at 23 minutes to go, and then lastly at 17 minutes left to go where I felt my arm raising to lower the speed. I swear my mind thought I could go longer, but my knees were telling a sadly different story and somehow overpowered my will to keep at that speed.
In total I lasted ten minutes at 5.3 mph and then for the duration of my time I continued to speed walk at 3.9 again. I had this feeling of satisfaction for lasting for ten minutes jogging with out stopping, followed by a feeling of disappointment that I couldn't keep going. I have decided since returning to my desk that there is really no reason to be disappointed. Although it is completely natural for me to be hard on myself, I have come a long way from only being able to jog for like 2 minutes and will continue to try to stay positive, despite my ability to find the negative in just about everything.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
No More Pants Dance
There is something that some of us go through every morning. You go to your closet. You grab your favorite pair of jeans. And then it hits you. They were JUST in the dryer. And they were tight last time you put them on, so this time it can only be worse. You manage to get your calves in and get those jeans snugly up to your thighs and then it begins: The Pants Dance.
You jump. You shake. You jiggle all around. Maybe you even lie on the bed to get that damn zipper up. I know, friends, because I know all too well about the pants dance. It's especially no fun if someone walks in on your pants dance. Then you have to play it off like you were just convulsing by choice, like its normal.
Well this week has been a little different for me. Thanks to a few weeks of lunch time work outs and my evening gym routine, the pants dance is no more. Well, at least for the jeans I currently own. It was so exciting. I pulled out my favorite (and only) pair of Lucky blue jeans. I got one leg in, then the other and then pulled them up. No shimmy or shake needed. I looked in the mirror to make sure I had the right pair on. Sure enough it was them. They are the same pants that were squeezing the life out of me a month or so ago!
I have to say it felt amazing! But then my next thought was, "oh no! i may have to actually buy new clothes soon". So I ask you, friends, when does one decide that it's time for new clothes? I have a theory that I should wait until they don't stay on my ass on their own, but this may not be appropriate in public in case they fall down. But the dilemma is this: I am saving for a wedding. How do I justify buying any new clothes at all? I don't really have a definite answer to that question quite yet, however I'm thinking that maybe once I've met a certain amount of weight loss (say maybe ten pounds), then maybe I'll buy some new clothes and THROW AWAY the old. Because let's be serious, I hope to never have to buy these larger sizes ever again!
You jump. You shake. You jiggle all around. Maybe you even lie on the bed to get that damn zipper up. I know, friends, because I know all too well about the pants dance. It's especially no fun if someone walks in on your pants dance. Then you have to play it off like you were just convulsing by choice, like its normal.
Well this week has been a little different for me. Thanks to a few weeks of lunch time work outs and my evening gym routine, the pants dance is no more. Well, at least for the jeans I currently own. It was so exciting. I pulled out my favorite (and only) pair of Lucky blue jeans. I got one leg in, then the other and then pulled them up. No shimmy or shake needed. I looked in the mirror to make sure I had the right pair on. Sure enough it was them. They are the same pants that were squeezing the life out of me a month or so ago!
I have to say it felt amazing! But then my next thought was, "oh no! i may have to actually buy new clothes soon". So I ask you, friends, when does one decide that it's time for new clothes? I have a theory that I should wait until they don't stay on my ass on their own, but this may not be appropriate in public in case they fall down. But the dilemma is this: I am saving for a wedding. How do I justify buying any new clothes at all? I don't really have a definite answer to that question quite yet, however I'm thinking that maybe once I've met a certain amount of weight loss (say maybe ten pounds), then maybe I'll buy some new clothes and THROW AWAY the old. Because let's be serious, I hope to never have to buy these larger sizes ever again!
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