Pants that were loose don’t fit,
Pants that were just right are now too tight.
Months ago three bagfuls unloaded that I couldn’t snap closed.
The weight has gradually spread.
What could I expect? Less exercise, more sitting and eating.
Arms, stomach: less muscle, more fatty.
I’m still petite; I don’t actually look overweight, but I feel it,
and, of course, I see it. Hubby sees it too, but
we try to laugh about it.
The proof is in the pants that no longer fit.
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And with that, I had to donate another batch of clothing this weekend. I suppose it’s not all that bad. I couldn’t expect to stay the same size forever. I then went to a few of my favorite thrift stores so that I could find some more bargains. I needed to act fast, since the bottom half of my wardrobe is greatly diminished, and means I have to make sure I don’t run out of pants by laundry day. I don’t wear skirts or dresses often, hardly really. I did find some great pants. I haven’t had a pair of jeans that I fit into for months; I sorely miss wearing them. It’s more comfortable with my changing, middle-aged body to opt for a little bit of elasticity, so the jeans that I found in Ross, for quite a bargain, did have room for movement and slight expansion–and yes, I do like a good bargain! And I was happy with the fit.
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I wish everyone that lands here, a very happy Friday and much positive light and balance!
: )
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