So boring to talk about weight and diets. I don't want to hear about anyone else's weight or anyone else's diet and I am pretty sure they do not want to hear about mine.
But I have to tell you guys this story anyhow.
But even before that, I have to ask are there any women who do not think about their weight one way or another? Either too much or not enough or it's not in the right place?
What I have not been able to figure out since I got married is why it is still an issue for me, as I am married to a man who tells me all the time that I look good to him and he likes the way I look.
If my husband likes how I look, then why am I worried?
Who else am I trying to attract?
Even if he dropped dead tomorrow, I would not remarry. He is the only one I want to be married to. Otherwise, I would rather live alone.
So why do I care if I lose those last ten pounds? My husband doesn't. I am not in the market for other men. I see hardly any women at work.
I don't get it.
And I don't want to lose ten pounds enough to you know, eat less.
So there it is.
However, the other day, I noticed that the black skirt that I wear to work three times a week and have been wearing to work for three times a week since November was looser.
That is exciting!
I noticed early in the morning. Then I kept going in the ladies' room to lift my sweater and check.
Maybe my diet of post-Valentine's Day sale Jordan almonds was working after all!
I went to the ladies again to look.
Felt so good to have a loose waistband.
It was good and loose until I got home.
I took off my sweater.
I took off my shoes.
I took off my skirt.
And I took off - my tights.
My regular black tights. Because it was not below zero.
Not my fleece. lined. tights.
Fleece. Lined. Tights.
What is the impact of removing a 1/16" layer of fleece from the equation?
Apparently, it is the equivalent of removing ten pounds of flesh from the body.