It's a story for another time, but it takes a lot for my mum to notice that I've lost weight. Around 10kg, usually.
Last weekend, I had to buy new jeans. I mean HAD to. My old jeans were so loose that not even throwing them in the dryer shrank them enough to stay up on my hips. It was crisis time. So I dragged myself off to buy new jeans.
Shockingly enough, I found a pair that fit well and actually made me look good.
Fast forward to this weekend and I'm in the car with mum, wearing said jeans and heading home from shopping.
"You look so good in those jeans," she says, reaching over and patting my knee... and nearly driving right up the arse of the car in front.
I aspired to having the sort of figure that distracted drivers, I never envisioned I might be in the car with one of them!
This story gave me a giggle. Thanks for sharing.
Congrats on the new size!! WooHoo! That's always exciting.
Congrats on the new jeans! it's a great feeling isn't it? Your mum sounds like mine, when I'd lost 10kg/22lb she said 'you can't see any difference' - gee thanks mum. What, does she think that if she admits I've lost weight, that I'll fall off the wagon or something? heh.
But she's told me now that she can really see it (you'd hope so after over 26kg/58lb!) and how proud of me she is. Aww.
Congrats! New jeans, new you! My mother will be the death of me for a whole other reason! ;)
Served up by Cat at 03:09 on 14|06|04