March 18, 2006 at 11:15 am
Holy crap! 229? How’d that happen? That’s six pounds less than last week and it’s not even that time of the month. My only possible explanation on this one is that I didn’t eat very much on Monday or Tuesday because I was stressed about buying my first car. My mom and I tend to lose our appetites when we’re anxious. She lost 30 pounds alone when my dad left us. Nothing like the all stress diet. I hear it’s bad for the immune system though, so I wouldn’t recommend it.
I was thinking more about my pants last night, wondering if I indeed was in denial about what size I am. If I went shopping in Chicago, would I be one of those poor saps pulled aside by the Oprah makeover crew when they’re doing a “What not to wear” show? As I was moving my laundry basket this morning, I saw the box of old clothes sitting beneath it and pulled out my old corduroy pants a.k.a. the dream pants. Back between high school and college I lost about 40 pounds and these were the goal pants. I’d bought them around junior year of high school when I was 16 when they just barely fit and they never fit again.
Duhn, duhn, duhn! I tried them on and, again – holy crap – they fit. Like, really fit. I can stand and sit down in them without inhaling half the oxygen in the room. Woah. They are size 22. So, I can now admit it, I was in complete denial about the pants. Thank you for opening my eyes. I find this a bit odd because I couldn’t fit into these when I weighed 220 back in college, but I can now that I weigh 229. What’s with that?
This also begs the question, when the hell was I a size 24? I totally missed it. This is like waking up from a coma and losing one year of your life. Where’d 2005 go? You snooze you lose!
Yet again, here is a picture of me, but no car this time. It’s picture week at Half of Me! It’s a bit dark in the hallway where I took this, but hopefully we can now all agree that these pants fit, yes? Please?
Now, off I go for a haircut!