Dieting is fun…
…when you can fit into jeans you haven’t been able to wear in 3 years.
The jeans you haven’t been even been able to put on in 3 years without grunting, inhaling, pinching or shoving skin, or lying on the bed to zip. And even then, you can’t button them.
The same jeans that today allow you to sit in a chair, and not be forced to plop rigidly at a 45-degree angle, as if there is a piece of plywood attached to your backside.
The jeans with no lycra, the magical substance offering a nice fit if you squat, do splits, or otherwise contort your body to force the jeans into stretchy submission.
(Now, could someone help me find my boobs? They seem to have gone missing in the transformation.)
Good thing they aren’t jeans that you have held onto for 20 years. Or they’d be acid washed, tapered with safety pins, and ripped in a few places. Rad!
Sorry about your boobies. I’m sure they’re around somewhere.
Wow! Cool. But sorry about your boobs. I sure don’t have ’em.
Doesn’t it suck that the boobs are the first to go and then go south? Congrads on fitting into those jeans though, what an accomplishment. Just stopped in to say thanks for visiting today!
I stole them! Mwahahaha….
would you mind giving them back. they have important work to do. 😛