It’s the emotionally defeating high-step into a freshly dried pair of jeans. It’s a carefully negotiated vertical jump to shake down loose haunches. It’s the grand plié that frees up valuable space.
It’s called the Pants Dance. I hate the Pants Dance. Being 5’3″ with hips, a small waist, and big strong quads, it’s not like pants have ever actually really fit anyway. But throw in the Freshman 10 I waited to put on until I was 30, and the Pants Dance has become a regular routine I could probably set to music.
Admittedly, I haven’t seen a physical change in myself since starting Clean in ’13 three weeks ago, but today was the first time in a looong time I put on laundered jeans with ease and that is definitely a change.
Being dirty weekend (I can eat ‘dirty’ foods Friday lunch through Sunday breakfast), we ordered pizza. It’s nice to have a comparison diet now. It’s counter-intuitive, but I like that I feel like crap after eating crap now. It’s becoming harder to eat garbage. I look forward to Sunday nights because it means I’m back on clean food. I’m also getting more excited for 100ish-percent in 2013. But in the meantime, I’m thankful for Tums.
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