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It's time now for the "too much information" blog post. Hurray!

Over the last couple of years I have been putting a mild effort into losing some weight. Since January I have been putting a bit more effort in and have lost about 25 pounds. I used to be about Ashley Graham's size. I even look like her, except my hair has never looked that good and you know, I'm a bit older, thinner (now) much shorter and...oh yes, way less glamorous. yay me.






So here comes the TMI part. I haven't had much money or opportunity to do any clothes shopping. I bought a pair of jeans and a few shirts, but everything else is the old big stuff. I live in northern Massachusetts and it's getting pretty chilly around here at night. A few weeks ago it was rainy and cold and so I put on my (large) warm fleecy pajama pants and made my way into the kitchen for some tea.

I always overfill my cup and so I do this shuffle kind of thing instead of walking to avoid spillage. I'm heading to the parlor, oh, I'm almost to my chair and aggh! I feel a breeze around my hips. My old friend gravity (fricking bitch) goes to work and I end up pantsing myself. My boyfriend is on the couch clapping away like "Here she comes...Miss America!!" *sigh* But I manage to finish my walk of shame without spilling any tea.

Weight loss (when intended) is good. I feel better physically and have less pain. yay me! I just wish I had tied a belt around those stupid pajama pants...