Wishing I Still Loved My Jeans

I blistered my feet the other day, walking at lunch with my colleague. I wore mules yesterday, which helped my heels but did no good at all for the blister on my little toe. But today is jeans day, so I will be wearing sweatsocks and runners and giving my poor feet a break.

 

I used to love jeans day. In fact I remember my mother asking me one time when I was a lithe teenager, didn't I find tight jeans uncomfortable? No, I said, they felt comforting going on. And they did, just like a pair of slippers or shoes that have conformed to the shape of your body. But nowadays my jeans are forcing my body to shape to them, so that by the end of jeans day my belly is invariably red and sore from a waistband not intended to fit an "apple". Now I understand what my mother - who was always on a diet - meant.

 

Tomorrow I weigh myself. I promised myself I would not jump on the scale more than once a week, but tomorrow is the day and I hope, I hope, I hope that I see progress. It's been just over a week and although I have persevered with my diet, I have not stuck to it strictly. I have increased my activity level, mind you - from none to some! - but tomorrow will show if I have made any difference by staying more or less on this regime.

 

I think I have. I cannot fool myself into thinking that my waistbands are looser...or at this point, perhaps I should describe that as "less strangling"...because they're not. But my enormous "apple" of fat seems, amusingly enough, to have shrunk in at the sides. It sticks out just as far, but is perhaps smaller in diameter. And my arms seem to be a bit thinner! I measured myself before I bought my scale, but found the tally of inches too mortifying to post. But maybe I will measure myself tomorrow as well, and if the results are encouraging I might post them too.

 

My diet buddy had a great week, bless her heart, and we both agreed that it is easier to persevere if you know the diet is working. If mine is not working, I will keep going and try to stop dallying with bags of chips and racks of ribs! But it sure would feel good to see the scale needle stop below 208 tomorrow. I would say "Wish me luck" but it's not that luck that's required! And really, what I want is to love pulling on my jeans again, and zipping them up easily. I want my jeans to be comfort clothing again. I want my jeans to be my friends.