I remember being warned that my pants would someday shrink, but I didn't expect it to be isolated to the hips and thighs area.
I've always hovered around the 120-125lb range, but when I went to my yearly checkup two months ago, I weighed in at 135. I wasn't terribly concerned about it at the time, because I wasn't "enjoying" the "benefits" of weight gain yet. Yet. In just the last 2 week, some of my pants don't fit right anymore.
Okay, let's recap: 2 months ago I weight 135, and my pants still fit fine. Now they don't fit. Therefore...one can deduce that I weigh MORE than 135. Ugh. By Hollywood standards, I am officially a heifer, and should be taken out back to be put out of my misery.
Now, before you all roll your eyes and start a "Fatty VS Skinny 2006" riot, I know that I'm totally healthy. I recognize that I look great, but the tight clothes bit is really bothering me. I don't want to wake up in 10 years, with an "office ass", feeling like it's too late to do something about it. By then I will be considering letting someone send me to the glue factory. (Hmmm....glue. I bet if I went on a glue diet, I would lose weight!)
This is where the preventative maintenance and accountability part comes in. I'm asking my readers to hold me accountable to start MOOOVING (ha!). I don't have lofty goals yet. I just want to start doing some crunches and maybe lunges in the evening. So, what I ask of you, my loyal audience, is to send me a quick email daily, weekly, whatever, to check in and make sure that I'm moving on a regular basis. (and I don't mean chair shimmies - get off your ASS, Kim!)
My pants and I will greatly appreciate it.
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