...to make a commitment to myself to go to the gym regularly, starting 2 months ago.
I am officially wearing office-appropriate slacks today that I used to have to cinch with a safety pin at the waist because they were too big. And by "used to", I mean less than 6 months ago. And by "cinch", I mean folding over an inch at the waist. And by "were", I mean, well, were.
I'm not completely unhappy with my size, although when you're 28, going on 29, you are not supposed to "grow into" your clothes. I mean, I'm not a toddler with hand-me-downs. It isn't cute anymore.
On the bright side, the pants are comfortable and no longer have a hideous "pleat" on my left leg. Although, one unsightly pant leg is better than an extra 10 pounds, right?
It's a good thing I didn't cancel that gym membership...
1 comment:
Go for it, daughter! More than lost pounds will be the reward of healthier living. Says you dad who has been walking 18 rather than riding to give himself some exercise.
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