Remember that episode of "Sex and the City" when Miranda finally fits into her "skinny jeans" post-pregnancy?
I got to thinking about my own experience with this strange artifact that most women seem to have lurking in their wardrobe ...
As for my toukas, it will never be getting back into my skinny anything. Lost cause. I have accepted it.
We all know lots of things change between senior prom and our 30's. And barring going under the knife for the sake of that to-die-for denim, most of us just can't undo what Father Time does to our derrieres!
Should the average American woman labor under the misconception that she may one day magically fit into something she wore at the ripe old age of 17? I think not.
For many of us, no matter how many sit-ups we do, that size whatever pair of dungarees will forever be a mirage in the desert of weight management.
So... I threw mine out. Well, technically, I gave them to charity. But I might as well have burned them because it was truly liberating to finally get rid of those things.
As many times as I had started to chuck them, I had held them up to my waistline and thought, "Well.. it could happen!" ... that glimmer of hope just didn't compare to the sense of relief when I finally let them go.
So, if keeping skinny jeans is a weight loss "do", then I'm a regular weight loss rebel. In fact, I've broken a few other weight loss rules in my day.
Continued: Five Weight Loss Rules I Break >>
