Every Friday (after I weigh-in and "feel" thinner) I try on a pair of my "larger" size 12 pants. I can now pull them on up over my hips and button them, but they're still so tight that not only do I look like a street walker, but if I wore them they'd explode if I tried to breathe and heaven forbid that I try to sit down because the seams wouldn't hold. But someday I'm gonna wear them…
She checked my BMI with the little pinchy thing and I've dropped from 38% to 33.5% body fat. I know 33.5% is still in the "obese" area but that sucker is moving in the right direction.
I bought the new jeans…and they're not the overweight, old lady looking jeans that you don't care how big your butt looks in 'em because you know you're going to wear loose baggy shirts. No, today for the first time in maybe ten years, I bought "younger" looking jeans, ones flare out at the feet and don't come up to my waist...and they are in size 12! I can't believe I'm wearing a 12! I haven't worn 12s in such a long time.
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