Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Real Key to Weight Loss

I've found it! Thank God. The real key to weight loss. In the past few years I've put on 20 pounds in addition to the extra 20 pounds I already had, so I was desperately seeking a way to lose weight and keep it off.

Last year I managed to lose 17 pounds but I somehow put it all back on again. Being sick since December some time, I haven't been able to diet and as of today I was actually afraid to get on the scale.

Then it happened...

I woke up this morning and fumbled in my panty drawer for ... well, the obvious...because I couldn't turn on the light and it was dark in my room. I felt what I thought were my regular undies, but when I put them on I realized they were panties from a few years back. I knew this even without seeing them because they were too tight.

But...they weren't so tight that I couldn't wear them. And I was in too much of a hurry to get downstairs and make coffee. So I pulled pajama pants on over them, slid into a T-shirt and began my day.

Interstingly, though, when I went to make myself peanut butter toast my panties sort of pinched. I put the bread back in the bag and grabbed a banana.

At lunch I nearly made egg salad, but my panties pinched again and I settled for two hard boiled eggs instead. No mayo. No bread.


I got on the treadmill and did my usual mile, but my panties tweaked a bit and I forced myself to go another twenty minutes...another mile.

By then I was intrigued.

When I'd gained my last 20 pounds, I bought a pack of temporary undies, telling myself that as soon as I lost the weight I'd toss them. But I never did -- lose the weight or toss the undies. Instead I bought another pack.

It seemed like the right thing to do, but now I wonder if I wasn't just an enabler. By buying bigger panties, had I made it okay to eat Suzy-Q's and drink beer? By stopping that nice, tight little bunch that pinched my round, womanly hips and reminded me I didn't need peanut butter...or mayo...or bread ... had I given myself permission to gain weight?

So I'm considering tossing all my clothes that fit, and forcing myself into jeans that won't zip and T-shirts that almost constrict my breathing.

Of course, I could just stay with the too tight undies. A secret, silent reminder that no, I do not need peanut butter.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hahaha I think I'll try this!!