getnfit@38
Cathlete
Okay~only because I'm past the trauma of the moment do I dare share this experience, but now I can laugh about it so.....
I have been wearing size 12 jeans for a while now and they've been baggy for a few weeks, so 2 weeks ago I bought a pair of 10's for "incentive." So, they've been hanging in the closet as a reminder that they're my next goal, so this morning when I weighed in for the "weight loss check in" post, I had lost 2lbs, so I'm thinking, "hey, wonder if I can get into those 10's?"
So I get them out, wriggle them past the thighs (I hit a sticking point, but they went pass), figuring the hard part was over since my hips were the hard part right? NOT!
I suck in (some of you clearly know what I mean by sucking in), and I button the 10's! Eureka! But no sooner than I reach down for the zipper (making the mistake of letting out an exhale!), the button shoots across the bedroom with the speed of a bullit leaving a gun barrel!
So I'm standing there, mouth on the ground, in wide eyed disbelief and totally speechless!
So my hubby of 9.75 years says to me (in that politically correct manner they eventually learn over the years), "must have been a defective button, huh?"
Traumatic moment at the time, but laughable now!
Anyone else brave enough to share an "embarrassing moment" weight loss or otherwise?
Donna
I have been wearing size 12 jeans for a while now and they've been baggy for a few weeks, so 2 weeks ago I bought a pair of 10's for "incentive." So, they've been hanging in the closet as a reminder that they're my next goal, so this morning when I weighed in for the "weight loss check in" post, I had lost 2lbs, so I'm thinking, "hey, wonder if I can get into those 10's?"
So I get them out, wriggle them past the thighs (I hit a sticking point, but they went pass), figuring the hard part was over since my hips were the hard part right? NOT!
I suck in (some of you clearly know what I mean by sucking in), and I button the 10's! Eureka! But no sooner than I reach down for the zipper (making the mistake of letting out an exhale!), the button shoots across the bedroom with the speed of a bullit leaving a gun barrel!
So I'm standing there, mouth on the ground, in wide eyed disbelief and totally speechless!
So my hubby of 9.75 years says to me (in that politically correct manner they eventually learn over the years), "must have been a defective button, huh?"
Traumatic moment at the time, but laughable now!
Anyone else brave enough to share an "embarrassing moment" weight loss or otherwise?
Donna