As the temperatures of North Texas began to decline, so did the number on my scale. I am down 3.8 pounds since last week and that gave me the confidence to do something that I haven’t done in a very long time. Yup, I decided to try on my fat jeans. I haven’t fit into my fat jeans since early 2011. Shortly after purchasing said fat jeans, I went on a diet and managed to lose about 13 pounds. Then Mr. Fluff got me pregnant so I, very quickly, gained back that 13 pounds (and an extra 48).
Before I even put the jeans on over my cankles, I convinced myself that the outcome would be depressing. After about 20 minutes of Denim Dips to get them over my buh-dunk-a-dunk then one last jump up and down to get them up to my waist…I did it!!! They buttoned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Did my waistline look like gooey marshmallows oozing out the sides of a s’more? Maybe. Did I say a prayer each time I bent down with Fluffette that the crotch wouldn’t blow out? Maybe. Did people judge me because my pants were so tight they looked painted on? Maybe. Did I get funny looks once I left the Target bathroom stall because I tripped over my left foot while doing Denim Dips and crashed in to the wall? Maybe. Did I have the indention of a button and zipper on my gut when I took off the jeans at the end of the day? Maybe. Did I dwell on any of these negatives? HELL TO THE NO! I don’t care if these jeans are clearly mismarked (I am not a size 12) or that many people judged me. Nope, I thanked sweet baby Jesus for inventing Empire waist shirts and the abililty to layer and wore those jeans like I was getting paid for it. Me fitting in to these jeans is a lot like putting Fluffette in 3 month clothing. It may hurt a little and some shit’s gonna get dislocated, but it CAN.BE.DONE!!
The success of fitting in to these jeans (and I use the term “fitting in to” very loosely) helped me make better choices. Rather than eat Raising Cane’s with the rest of my family, I opted for a Lean Cuisine instead (and then took a bite of a chicken tender when nobody was looking). It also helped me complete Week 4 day 2 of my Couch to 5k as well as start Jillian Michael’s Ripped in 30. I have fallen multiple times but I always stand back up and it is finally paying off. I’m getting my shape back and even have the slightest hint of muscle in my arms. I now know that I’m capable of doing this.
|Rockin my painted on fat jeans!|
As the old saying goes: “Life is not measured by the amount of times you fall but by your ability to stand back up and kick life in the balls”. Ok, this isn’t an “old saying” but definitely a "Fluffy saying”!
Today I stand tall (mostly because my jeans are too tight and my ability to bend is limited). I have life by the ears and I’m kicking it square in the balls.
Fluffy in Frisco