It happened. I broke the 240lb barrier and found myself at 236lbs.Sweet.
Well, no sweet, no caffeine, no wheat, no booze, no chocolate, no lactose and pretty much, no problem. First off, the main reason for limiting the above, had more to do with this new-found stomach problem I developed this summer and less to do with losing my goal of 50 lbs. I figure 50 lbs less to pedal will really be noticeable by the second day of the bike rally.
It all started one beautiful warm breezy day in June when I spotted a soft ice cream and decided I needed one. Before I finished the swirly twirly goodness I had the sensation that something was amiss and found myself sprinting to get home before the inevitable.
I’ve removed a whole host of things from my diet to find relief. Turns out, the drugs I was taking previous to this, had made my stomach too acidic and I was put on another med for 6 weeks and told to basically not eat anything but boiled rice and newspaper. This helped but about a month after the meds ended I was having problems again. Anywho, as a result of all this, I’m down 14 pounds.
I went out in my shorts today, refusing to give in to the 41 degree cold (before windchill) as this would mean I was admitting that, summer is in fact over. Two blocks later, I decide, its time to buy pants. Normally I wear my shorts from the first day of Spring, till my birthday in November. This has sort of become a tradition and helps me make Summer longer than the two months that it is.
Arriving at the mall, I find it packed, for a Thursday afternoon. Let me say that, I hate shopping for clothes and even more in a crowd of zombie shoppers. They wander aimlessly, unaware of anyone around them and generally annoy me. I head to my fallback casual, slightly dressier than sweat pants store and after trying on the usual, discover they don’t fit.
Turns out this seasons pants, have a lower rise than my bootylicious lower body and creates, the sexy “plumber butt”. Perhaps I could pair it with T bar underwear to finish the look. Are the Traveling Pants a myth?
- I’m thinking of being one of these for Halloween.
On to the competition and I am immediately greeted by a touque and headphone mic wearing young guy who sees me staring at the 11 foot by 300 foot wall of jeans. He offers to find me a size and selects something from the “slim fit straight leg” section. I immediately tell him that we need to move to the “fat fit gay leg” section if we’re going to find me anything. He laughs and says, “Gurl, lets see what we can find” We pull two sizes from the “loose” section and I try them on. I am able to comfortably fit into the smaller size, which means I’ve dropped a size. Apparently I’m not as loose as I use to be. Ba dum bum, psh! It’s probably because they are making jeans bigger this year in Vietnam, but I’ll take them just for the number on the label and will worry about sitting down in them later.
He shows me another “wash” in the same style, and informs me that they are on sale for the “buy one get one 50% off” promo and then shows me how they appear more faded in the seat and thigh area and I comment, “cause that’s where all the action is” and we both giggle like the store should be called, “The Gay” and I take them as well.
I was so impressed with the customer service and left a happy camper. I work in retail and I’m so tired of crappy service everywhere I go, that I could have spent more time and money on clothing than I have in a long time.
I also picked up some workout gear as I figure I’ve put off the actually lifting weights and cardio part of weight loss long enough. I have been using the excuse that I didn’t have my new 500 dollar insoles that the doctor calls, orthotics in order to charge half a grand for. They are 4 times the price of shoes they are in, which has always kind of irked me.I have put them in the shoes and made it through the required “break in” period and ready for action.
Heres to not being able to wear my new jeans anymore, cause they’re too big.