Ok, so it's been a few weeks since I started the Suzanne Somers diet, and today I did that thing where you look down in shock and go "My thighs dont' rub together."
My pants are falling off, my T-shirts don't fit anymore (my favorite Harley Davidson T-shirt makes me look like I stole Mrs. Roper's Mumu) and I had to get a new hole drilled in my favorite belt.
the new kilt I bought just falls right past my hips and my riding pants now aren't snug, which means I spent $400 on a set of riding leathers that aren't functional.
My new riding jacket is loose on me and my chaps just look silly.
(oh, but apparenlty, it's not enough, when I met DEVISH last week, he said "I thought you were thin". fucker.)
And although I'm a lot thinner, I dont' have abs yet, dammit.
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