My underwear is too big.
I haven't weighed since I've been on this new health kick, because I know that derails me. I can be on a super path, doing all the right things, and then I'll step on the scale, get discouraged, and stop.
So I purposely haven't done it. The doctor weighed me back in July, and I was horrified at the number. Higher than it had ever been in my life. I adjusted my little ticker accordingly the other day, but I haven't stepped on a scale since.
I haven't really noticed a lot of difference in my clothes, but then that could be because I work from home and tend to wear sweats about 95% of the time. (Herein may lie part of the original problem.) But I did have to buy a couple new pairs of shorts for a trip this summer, because none of my shorts fit me. In a bad way. And as summer drew to a close, those new shorts were getting looser.
But those were, like, fat shorts anyway. They don't count. They had damn well better be loose.
Then the other day suddenly I realized my freakin' underwear was too big! Like to the point that in the middle of the day I took them off, threw them away, and put on a different pair. I thought it might be a fluke, but it happened again today.
I guess it's a good problem to have. Maybe one day soon I'll step on the scale and see what's what. And go shopping for new underwear.
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