I better get cracking on the weight front. I officially declared myself a 36 waist after a lifetime of 34's. The 34's were starting to hurt. Pants are not supposed to hurt...now I have nothing to wear. Getting portly is expensive.
I better get cracking on the weight front. I officially declared myself a 36 waist after a lifetime of 34's. The 34's were starting to hurt. Pants are not supposed to hurt...now I have nothing to wear. Getting portly is expensive.
That was one way I used to always monitor the blooming thing. I was a 28 (many years ago) then it crept up. 30. Then it crept up. 32. When I went above 32 I said no! But lately I have been piling it on and horrifyingly the waist is staying the same but above is getting bigger!
I know about the mummy tummy, oh the wonders of middle age, being 45 is a joy. Where has my youth gone?!?!
Have I said it before, but we are the same age! It has long betrayed us and ran off with someone younger :O)