I’m not sure how to chalk this one up – good, bad, funny. I think it’s good and funny (not good n plenty).
The first thing that happens to me every time I start to lose weight is that the pounds fall off my backside first. What results is me joining the Saggy Bottom Club. No, my butt isn’t sagging – my jeans are. I’m almost 31-years-old, and my jeans look like I think I’m 18 all over again. It’s a small price to pay to get healthy. Luckily, I have other pants in my collection that are smaller sizes – see, I’ve always had faith that I would get a healthy weight.
So, to all my friends, family, and co-workers who may see me walking around with my pants sagging, it’s not a sign of disrespect, it’s a sign of transformation – a well-needed one.
OK, back to writing/not writing.
At the moment, I’m watching The Killing with Rachel.
