Giving Credit Where Credit is Due
October 29, 2007
Skinny Jeans, all women, and probably some men, have them. You know the ones, in the back of the closet, that you get out every now and then and try to wiggle, jiggle, and contort yourself into. The ones that are one size smaller than you are now. Mine are a size 20. I bought them years ago, before having any children, and used to wear them with some regularity. They were broken out of retirement for a comeback tour in 2004, when I dropped a few pounds on Atkins, but since then they have taken up semi-permanent residency in the depths of the closet.
Saturday, out of morbid curiosity, I got them out. I wiggled, jiggled, jumped and contorted, and for the first time in several years I got them zipped. I thought to myself, “YAY, the fat elf came”. (For explanation on the fat elf click here and go to the comment from 7/27/07). I couldn’t wait to tell Kelly that the fat elf is real. Then reality set in.
I have been walking with my mom nearly every day since May, at an ungodly hour. Not to mention the steamed veggies I have eaten at every meal for the past week. I would’ve preferred Ruffles with my turkey sandwich, but I ate steamed veggies, and let me tell you, everyone has suffered from the steamed veggies. They stink when they’re cooking, and once consumed they cause a stink again. My oldest told me that I “make my farts stinky”. As if we all run our own private fart factory and I have stink levels set to the maximum.
After pondering my efforts, there was no way in the world I was going to let some “little person” with pointed ears and pointed shoes take credit for me getting into my “skinny jeans”. The reward is mine, I worked for it.
I didn’t wear my “skinny jeans” out that night, because, well….. breathing is kind of important to me, but I feel better just knowing that I’m getting closer.