I set out to celebrate 60 pounds gone. Sixty pounds gone. Sounds nice. I’m 75% of the way to my goal.
To celebrate, I wanted black riding boots.
I found a great pair, although thanks to my hyper-athletic left calf, I had to leave them to be stretched. We did manage to get them zipped, but doing so cut off circulation to my left foot. The sales associate assures me that stretching will more than take care of that problem.
I also bought some super-discounted skinny corduroy pants. Size 14, baby! Just so I wouldn’t get too high on myself, looking all fine, I did have the distinct pleasure of noting, while I looked into mirror in the exceedingly well-lit dressing room, that I have a super-long hair growing from my chin. A gray one. That none of my friends, nor my darling husband, have pointed out to me.
Glad I can count on my hormones and hair follicles to help me keep it real.