The Final Straw

February 26,2014

     It happened unexpectedly. Okay, maybe not totally unexpectedly...after all, the pants WERE 5ish years old. And they were cheap (Wal Mart), and they had been worn at least once a week and laundered unmercilessly. So, to say the strands were threadbare is probably not far from accurate. But I told myself that NO, I wasn't going to use that as an excuse. So, it was the straw that broke the camel's back....
      I squat down to grab some things out of a low drawer in a filing cabinet and .....RIIIIIPPPPP.....my pants ripped. Yep. As simply as that....there was a 2 inch tear in my inner thigh. No biggie...its in a place no one can see it because my big fat thighs don't have what bone skinny girls have....that little diamond shape of space between thighs. Nope, my thighs are like sinners at church....they stick together.
      As if I didn't need matters made worse....every time I sat down, or moved in any fashion really, my pants ripped even more. By the end of the day, I had a pretty decent start to a pair of Daily Dukes....but that's not what you want to see on me! Luckily I had a long sweater that wrapped conveniently around my waist, would hide the rip, so my class was none the wiser.
      But all day, it made me mad. It made me think. How did I get like this?!?! In high school, I was so UNDERWEIGHT, my mother drug me to our pediatrician and demanded he give me SOMETHING to help me gain weight. He laughed, told her I was fine, healthy and one day my metabolism would catch up with me. Damn him!
      I know my problems....I've read almost every diet book out there...taken countless supplements, suppressants, 'boosters'......my problem has been lack of motivation.
     Well, the ripped pants put an end to that. I'll be damned if I go around ripping out the seat of all my pants...at least not on purpose.
    So, I am beginning this blog mostly for accountability. But, hopefully one day, you'll be able to look back on my journey and go, "WOW....how did she get so fit?!"
    I'm determined to do it drug free....no miracle pills, powders, mixes, drinks, meal replacements.
Purely eating healthy, portion control, MOVEMENT daily and lots of WATER.
So, hang with me if you'd like to join the Sisterhood of the Ripped Pants............because the Fat Lady has Sung and this period of being fat and out of shape for me is OVER!!!