The weight loss, once stalled, continues on its erratic path.
One week ago, no pants fit. No buttons buttoned. Well, one pair barely buttoned, but I didn’t trust them the next day. The rest didn’t button or zip. Today, seven days later, every pair of pants buttons, and zips, and with one pair there is extra room in the waist.
I am only down 7/10ths of a pound.
There is no way these two facts can both be true, but there it is. All I can guess is the remaining fat cells joined hands, giggled “Let’s gaslight this cow,” and gathered together around my navel where the buttons are.
I am very glad to get the use of two of those pants back: a) an old pair of Gary’s jeans and b) my late brother Dave’s olive green pants. Revisiting those pants made me realize why I like them. The thighs are roomy. Can you imagine? I suppose the men’s pants are made for big man thighs, so the proportions are different.
I wonder if I could use this principle for dress pants. I might adopt a Diane Keaton look.