I was having a laundry crisis this morning, something that now happens with regularity since I am too fat for my skinny jeans, but too thin for all my other pants. I finally located a pair of pants that stay up with the aid of a belt but don't look like clown trousers.
I started searching for a clean shirt, soon realizing all I had clean were sweaters too warm for the weather. I opened my closet and started digging. All I could find was a "peek-a-boo" blouse: a blouse that I can button up, but which gapes between the buttonholes at the bust.
I sighed and put it on. Another frump day, I thought. Then I looked in the mirror.
The blouse no longer gaped at the bust. In fact, it fit perfectly.
Losing weight has been strange. When I look in the mirror undressed, I see very little difference. But my clothes tell a different story. My clothes say I AM 10 per cent lighter than I was 7 weeks ago.
16.5 lbs gone. 16.5 lbs to go.
2 comments:
Very nice!
I'll be home this weekend.
Hey! I think I have that same peek-a-boo shirt!
Congrats on the loss.
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